So, since it's been a while since I've described my adventuras, I feel there might be a lot to cover. Conviently, I've lots of time. But, I've a certian lack of energy to accompany this. Oh well, wherever we get to, we get to.
By now, I'm sure you've all heard about the restraining order and my move. So, lets start at the new place. I met the cool neighbor, she brought me to the 'Bow. Despite the fact that she's moved back to Nort Dakota, I still go there, and occasionally have a few too many "soda pops." I live in Billings, Montana. Seriously, can you blame me?
The work is getting old, and draining, relativly quickly. I've spoken to people who have been here for a while, and I've got no clue how they do it. Sure, it's cool to see kids come and change then get discharged to whatever their future might have in store for them... but then you never hear back from the ones you want to suceed, and then there are the others, who have been discharged into the families and expierences that have landed them here to begin with. What does the second group have to look forward to? Sure, they have gained stuff. But will they be able to take it with 'em? Who knows. But, I know one thing for sure. It's hard to support myself when I'm not making bank and I get bitten/scratched/sworn at/hasseled on a daily basis.
So, Bailey Beagle and I are packin' up and moving back to the state of beer, cheese and the Packers. Be prepared. I then plan to get a job asap, as I have, as my grandma so kindly puts it, "financial responsibilities."
Sure, I'll miss the Miles City hippies, the Rainbow Bar regulars, and the Ranch family up in Terry, but we have a magical device called the internet.
So, don't pick 'em up and try to find me, I'm much happier to be on my own... Oh, that's not true, that's why I'm headed home.
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