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Ain't got a dad to worry about, so yesterday was pretty quiet. but ah suppose there are lot of people from my dreams that were close like family. Ah should probably thank them, though, fer taking on the role of dad more often than not, especially when ah didn't want an overbearing protective person floatin' around.

Logan
Care package sent of beer, jerky and cigars. Still like all that right? Ah'm worried bout ya, lots been goin' on it seems...

I thought I'd pick one of these things up since I'm a little sick of seeing people on Facebook posting pictures of Daffy Duck, hands (wings?) on hips, with some stupid saying like "People should stop expecting normal from me, it's not going to happen!" with a million people responding with "lol so true". Sorry if I fail to see how that's so hilarious.

Anyway, I'm Dan. I have a little garage called, wait for it, Dan's Garage here in central Orange County. I have a couple of Oscars called Scales and Wimpy, and a pleco called Dyson. I don't really like long walks on the beach, but I do like to stand on the shore at night sometimes. The OC seems to be a pretty good place for both things, whatever floats your boat.

This is where I'm supposed to help find a date for my excellent friend, Sharon. Except it looks like she's found a date.

Regardless, Sharon is a wonderful woman. She's got a lot of things to give to someone. And she's hot. She's a lot of fun to be around. She's got a sense of humor, and she's not shy. Really she's kind of perfect. Makes me wish I was kind of gay.

This is her:

[Henrik]

Do you want me to get pizza tonight, dude? Or do you want me to get something else and bring it home?

[Siblings and friends]

He's doing better, but he doesn't want to go back to Mom and Dad's yet. So he's staying with Tatia and I until further notice.