Cut you for real sure fool!
Man has to… anh I've ranted enough about work. Work sux! End of rant.
Wedding plans are a-brewing and I'm still very excited about getting married and getting on with life with my mo-better half, but meanwhile planning must be done and I needs to start helping more with it or watch my better half burn out quick… as John might say eeeh. Speaking of which…
John: haven't heard from you in a while. Check in please. Share current doings. I'm not much better, but I never am about updating. Not hearing from you is weird!
Dan: know you probably have better things to do while in town, but you, Tyler and I represent the 3 basic builds of all involved in this tuxedo fest going down in July so I thought we might take Amber and run down to some rental places for trying and/or fitting. Your call, but it'd be a nice one to cross off the list.
Luke: I'm still jealous (all of 15 minutes later) that you got v. drums (said the way Dan might, not the way a Roland rep would). Don't J.O.B. get you down. It still seems like a pretty sweet gig where I'm sitting, though I imagine it could start to wear you down. Don't let it.
Metz: After you and Dan get done duking it out, I'd like a piece if'n you don't mind. I apparently tied for my class prize in the St. Paul Open. If I hadn't fucked up that last game, perhaps I would have won all the pennies. Oh well.
Killer: don't let them hockey heads knock you 'round. And don't let The Man get you down.
That's about all I have for now. Later folks.