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And here I make my first post on this cesspool of a website as a married man. Quite exciting, no? Thanks to those who came out to the Roger and surrounding private beach last night - we didn't finish our raucous until the wee morning hours, in fact. It was nice to see friends and family who were both here already and those who returned to celebrate with us. The pictures are still a work in progress but I'll show one of the unprofessional variety.

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I'm either quite glad to be married or out of the ceremony clothes, or my bum just got grabbed again.

But at any rate, Regina and I will leave for our honeymoon in a week or so. When we return, I'd like to get cracking with a new temporary assistant at JR Investigations, so, if you're interested in PI work give me a shout. Perhaps if things work out it can become permanent - business is booming, after all.

I'm not sure what is more disturbing, the dreams or the insane amount of pumpkin spice everything. A bloke can't walk down the street without being assaulted by the stuff. I don't get it. Why is the bloody stuff so popular?

So I had this idea, is anyone at the Agency paying attention?

What if there was help for people to doctor their resumes with their dream skills? Something that if it was looked up would come up as true. I'm sure there are people with years of experience in fields but without the degrees to prove it.

Kanan

I got the job!

I've been debating whether or not to step back from the day to day operations for Taste of Home and just come in a few days a week instead of 16 hour days. Pretty sure I've burned myself out a bit over the last few years. It's not like I need to bust ass to make sure it stays open, we're thriving.

But I can't exactly manage to do more than step outside the door for more than a few hours before I find myself back in the kitchen.

I'm utterly hopeless. Someone come lock me away for a few weeks somewhere. Until then:



Apple pies and Apple Pies in Apples are now happening.

Can someone tell me what it means when someone has 'classic lines'? 'Cause this lady saw me on campus the other day and spent half an hour begging me to come pose for her drawing class because I had "such beautiful classic lines". I gave her my number just to get her to go away and she hasn't stopped calling me all weekend, so I guess you could say it's been a poseitively weird time for the last few days.

How's everyone else's long weekend goin'? And would anyone else with 'classic lines' like to pose for this lady so she'll maybe leave me alone?

I had someone freak out on me this evening because there are octagon cages in the gym. Um, it's an MMA gym lady, but yes, thank you for screaming at me how I'm torturing my clients.

What?

It was Halloween in the dream, which was all well and good despite how absolutely awkward it was to have Adam trying to beg me to take him back. Then things got better. We were drugged and kidnapped by witch hunters. I was first on the chopping block to be killed, but somehow Cassie stopped it. Luke ended up catching fire when he dropped the match in her witch's cruid.

I'm officially tired of people trying to kill me all the time. People, demons. I'm tired.

We decided to have a meeting because Cassie's grandma wasn't answering the phone and has been gone for a while. We went to Faye's grandpa's house to look for Cassie's grandma. It was pouring when we got there and Faye was acting weird.

Cassie got a text from her grandma saying she was going to be home the next day, so that was a relief. Things just got weirder, though. Faye said there were weeds and mud in the tub, but when we got there, there was nothing. Faye decided later that we were playing truth or dare while drinking, and I ended up with my shirt off. Then it got super awkward. I dared Cassie to kiss Jake and Adam got angry and Faye and Cassie started fighting.

I had an Adam relapse before we heard Faye screaming and ran to find out what was happening. Cassie found Faye's grandpa dead. Does it ever stop?

So in closing, everything is terrible, I'm exhausted, and I need better taste in boys.