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It never occurred to me to ask you how I might get in touch; it never does, or maybe I just thought it would be too awkward since we barely know eachother.

Maybe you don't remember me, I mean, it's been awhile and I'm sure you're busy, and some crazy guy you met in a hospital elevator is the last person you're going to think much about, but I...

If you could just... I need to...

Are you there, Dean?

Location: Black Cat Lounge @ Newport Beach
Date: Sunday, 01 July 2012, 11 am
Occasion: Euro 2012 finale (Spain vs Italy)
Perks: Open bar and brunch

Bring yourself, your family and friends. The BCL has room for ~300 people. If you're not into football/soccer, feel free to take advantage of the strip of beach that belongs to the club.

Alla prossima!

--Lorenzo Conti

P.S. The alien can come, too.

I kind of have some big news that I'm dying to tell everyone, but I'm legally bound not to say anything until it's announced in the news and stuff. Mom, Dad? Can we get dinner tonight? I think it's okay if I tell you two what's going on. So long as you don't tell the press.

[Pinkie]
Hey Pinkie,

I'm so sorry to do this to you, but I have to put in my two weeks notice. It's been a really great opportunity and I've had a lot of fun, so thank you. I can totally train someone new if you like too. Just let me know.

California is so fucked in the head. Aliens and all that shit running around.

My hours tonight are 7-10. PM, not AM like the last idiot who came knocking at my door butt ass early in the morning.

This is just completely absurd.

Do people really think that if intelligent life managed to get from whichever galaxy they traveled from (which would have to be obviously millions of light-years away) that all they'd do is a flyby of Southern California then vanish again? Really, people. Use some common sense here.

I'm in my second trimester. How did that even happen? It feels like yesterday I was freaking out about this sprog and now it's already 12 weeks old. It should be kicking soon. Joy!

I see shadow and flame and the ring ever whispering. Three eyes watch me, one fell and red, two amber and saddened.

Lórien, Lórien, you fight so valiantly. I almost want you to win.

I'm searching, searching.

Oh, work. How much I missed you.

Everything is a mess. I'm just going to gather together all my pistols and hug the crap out of them. Then the rifles. Then the bows. Special hugs for the knife showcase!

Nothing is in order. It's like my shop was run by a pack of monkeys while I was gone.

Hey Clint. Your custom arrows are in, by the way. The shop had to close for a few days, but you can pick them up this week. Or I can have them shipped to you. You know, whatever works.

Hello, England.

A month minus two days until the actual Olympics. I am not dead. My sister keeps calling me and crying, though. She'll be here soon enough, I hope she can handle the three weeks away from me.

Thanks everyone who gave me plane tips, too.



And I don't know what's going on at home, but according to the Internet there are apparently aliens? Have fun with that in CA, we don't have any here except for the way that everyone in the Village is essentially an alien to British soil.

I actually have a Saturday night off. I never get Saturday night off. I guess that means I get to enjoy the night life instead of being the night life everyone enjoys. Anyone up for dancing and drinking?