Barfmonzo

I ate two doughnuts this morning. That was a mistake, usually one doughnut will initiate the slow gag reflex within me, but no, I had to have two, I don’t even like doughnuts (probably because they make me feel like puking). But they were “Good-bye Bethany!” doughnuts and you sometimes need to eat the sweet part of the bitter-sweet goodbye. Actually, its pretty much all sweet from my end, the bitter is for those left behind here at the office whose lives will be rift in the absence of my stunning personality and presence. Today is my final pension day – barfmonzo.

I probably won’t be able to post for a little while. I like to post often since I enjoy reading current posts on my friends’ blogs. I’m not sure if this decreases the quality of post, but I am fairly sure it increases the randomness of content. You don’t get the segue (yes, I did have to look it up to spell it correctly), those reside exclusively in my head.

I’m a very picky desert person too. I would never pick doughnuts for myself, but other people like them. Sue can tell you all about it.

I’m not done packing all the little pieces of crap in my room yet. It’s always way more than you think it should be. My roommate is gone, flying to Victoria. My youthful days are over as I move into the sphere of adult life. I do not completely align myself to it, but I will have to travel alongside it for a while. But I will continue climbing trees and chewing bubble gum.