Molly. You're gone in a faraway land and have left me in California AGAIN. This makes us dual-continent BFFs. Transatlantic BFFs. Transoceanic BFFs if you wanna get "Lost" about it, which, you know I'm down...except for this latest episode...which you probably haven't seen, since you've been roaming around Rome and spinning through Spain or some other gay-ish alliterate word with Spain. This makes us worldwide BFFs. Multi-cultural BFFs. Once again, we've only established that we're better at being best friends no matter the mileage between us than the best of 'em. Better than the Best BFFs.
I'm so ready to leave southern California soon, so when you get back, I'm planning a weekend escape.
In other news, I've planted a telephone tapping device on my blind man's phone - at his request, no I am not bugging my own blind boss...wtf would I do that for?? - and this is my job. I doubt seriously that I am really developing any real life skills so much as just learning how to be PATIENT AS FUCK for hours a day. I've grown skillful at participating fully in conversations at the same time as reading facebook updates, silly cartoons, NPR articles...
I have actually decided that I'm going to start a booze project at work. It's simple: drink at work. He won't see the bottles, and I won't be drinking hard stuff for him to sniff out. But I think being buzzed all day is far better than not.
COME BACK FROM EUROPE. SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO ME?
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