Everything Has Personality

Hi.

I’ve been away for a while. I’m back now. No good reason for my absence.

Hmm. I have a job. That’s important. You make money, you get old, you die. Nah just kidding, that sounds really morbid.

As far as the job goes it’s going really well. I have some career questions but I’m not really sure whom to go to because I don’t really want to ask my boss if I should look around or not… That’s just a bad idea.

I live near Chicago now. Suburb life. Pros: Transportation is a cinch. Park anywhere and drive wherever your little heart desires. 30 minute metra ride downtown. Minimal north/south traffic. Cheaper. Cons: it’s not cool to say I live in the burbs. Can’t really say I live in the city.

I feel like maybe I’m missing out on living in the city in the very small window of time I could do that in but then again I’d only be doing it to say I did it. Idk why it’s appealing but it is.

I’m lifting now and liking it. Who’da thought. I’m pretty alright at it too. Getting into reading about it and doing minor supplements and I’m even on a “cut” right now. Watch out. It’s nice to have a goal.

The goal does eat a lot of my limited post work time though. By the time I do that and prep/eat a meal, I’m looking at ~9 o’clock. Then me and my roomates will zone out too a few Netflix shows.

Now my girlfriend is probably upset because this is about my truck and not her. I get it. The thing is though is that every blue moon I glimpse these imperfections with my truck. That doesn’t happen with her. They’re there. They have to be there; no ones perfect. But they’re not there for me.