It's like when you're a kid and Mom tells you that they gave your dog to farmers who have a much bigger yard and a female dog for him to fall in love and play with and have lots of little baby puppies and maybe someday you'll get one of those puppies, but you can't visit because they live too far away, and Americans aren't allowed there because the treaty between their country and our country expired a couple months ago, and so they even had to smuggle Bobo out just to get him there and he's infinitely happier even though he loves and misses you.
Yeah, my parents were overly elaborate. That's a true fake story by the way. Poor bo. I'm still not sure exactly what happened to him, but I'm pretty sure it does not involve a farm, and it certainly doesn't involve my dog being an illegal immigrant to some random country.
For once I actually remember what my New Years resolution was last year: To learn at least one new thing each month/start one new hobbie. Which is vague enough that I might have succeeded accidentally.
Anyway, I'm being foolish enough to make one again this year. New Years resolution: Make money. again, vague, and super achievable.
I'm looking into cheap-skate ways to do it too, like donating eggs, blood, bone marrow, etc. Street performing on game days downtown. Music lessons. Writing a legit blog. Writing a novel (ha). Learning to program (ha HA). Selling my shit on ebay. Starting a web comic. and who knows...? There's always gamecrush.com
I could be a drug dealer... but I don't know where/how to get drugs. :P
helllloooooo craigslist :P
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