Cork on the Fork

It has been exactly 1 day, 3 hours, and 37 minutes since I set foot upon ye
old home base (my parents house). I decided on an apartment 3 minutes ago, then
sighed with relief.

You see, the sad part isn’t that I couldn’t stand my parents (or that 3
people were sharing one bathroom at 7am), but that I had lost all contact with
the outside world. No newspaper (my Dad takes it with him), no decent
friends (everyone lives 45 miles +, that I’d care to talk to), and no internet
access (unless you count 56k – which by my reckoning is slower than checking out
a book at the library – without pictures).

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On the plus side, the smell of Kentucky Gentleman makes me think about
Christmas Break at home. Go figure.

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May 20

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May 21, 2005 – Barbecue (Grilling Session) with the old Ross was triumphant.
The Avocado, Hot-Sauce, Worcestire burgers were delicious. There’s nothing quite
like brining the stereo and TV outside to listen to DC101 and watch a Nationals
game,.

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5/28/2005

Holy Crap, the SNL Sarcastic Clapping Episode – featuring Alec Baldwin.

There is no fucking possible way that I can work in Reston and live in
Fairfax. No. Fu#$ing Way. 2 Hours of driving (<20mph) is no way for any one to live. I wouldn't wish that on Adolf Hitler. It's like commuting from JMU to DC, only slower.

Anyway, My job is awesome. I am part of a 3 person team that wires
roughly 800 million dollars a day across the world, and has lived to tell the
tale.

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I can’t take pictures, but suffice it to say that my “office” ain’t too bad.
Hey, I can SEE sunlight from my cube.