Yup.

Ang goes to work during the day, which means I am left to my own devices whilst she is gone. No big thing.

Today, I was sitting in the lounge watching American History X, and the doorbell rang. Scared the holy living hell out of me. I answered it, and the milk man was standing there. Not a bad looking bloke. So he asks me if I want to have milk delivered. I'm like, uh, I don't live here, but I'll take your little brochure thinger. So he asked what kind of milk I drank, and gave me a free half-gallon.

I've never been offered free milk before. My life is now complete, and I can die happy.

And, no, I'm not racist, so please, please, please don't take this the wrong way, but damn if Edward Norton doesn't look hot all Nazi'd up. Kind of like that bad-boy appeal thing, I reckon.

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Party for me!

Evidently, I am getting a party before I go. Next Friday, the day before I leave. And I met a girl this evening. Her name is Nikki. She is twenty. I've drunk two mini bottles of Irish creme, and one of peppermint schnapps. And. . .nah, I won't tell you. I don't need a lecture.

I'm gonna do a phone post tomorrow when no one is here, cos no one here reads my journal.

Edit: I am not going to post by phone and have to pay Ang for the long-distance charges. Cunting bastards don't have a number for Colorado.

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