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August 22, 2006
Oh, Jim I think that he really is dead.
Why didn't that doctor ever show a little more compassion? I mean the dude was dead. Today I went to the bank and I after see my bank total i knew that only one thing was left for me...eat a double cheese burger and then see my organs. The job market is not loving me and I rock! Currently I am in a mild state of stressed out. In a few weeks if I still don't have a job I think I may have to take extream measures. I was not expecting to dip into my limited savings so quickly, but that action has put this whole move into a whole new light. Great News...Tami has a job and a crazy great hair cut!!
Now I know I hate the cold but I am missing Boston. It really is a great town. Sure i am missing the people of Boston but the place itself is getting a nice the chunk of my heart.
Public Relations: The Call Itself | By razorback | 03:07 PM
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Boston tells me it misses you, too. Of course the people of Boston miss you, but the place itself...I found that chunk of your heart somewhere in the Charles River.
(I will call you tonight, I promise!)
Posted by: elk at August 22, 2006 03:25 PM
Baby girl... we are all stressed out together in different parts of the country... together and apart. I love you.
Posted by: Natalie at August 23, 2006 12:51 AM
While you're learning to leave Boston, I'm learning to love it.
Posted by: Evan Donovan at August 23, 2006 01:28 AM