Tangents on Crazy

Honestly, this blog post doesn't have much of a 'theme'. I'm not sure mine ever do. Let's face it, I write quite a bit like I talk: one short fragment away from the crazy train. It's why I'm loved. Seriously, if normal people listened in on AC's & my phone conversations or glanced through our texts, they would be seriously concerned. Half the time I'm concerned.  In any case, this blog post is a catch-up of the past couple weeks cause I've been busy, & a little lazy, about writing.  

So first, I've started bar-tending part time at the local bar, & I love it. Some days are more challenging than others. I usually work the Monday nights (which aren't Too busy) & I pick up a happy hour shift here & there--they're always fun, & it's quick cash. Besides for that, you know I work at a gas station. 

The people in town are getting to know me, which is kinda funny & kinda scary. I'm the foreigner, the bubbly one, the bouncy one...known as trouble on occasion. I'll take what I can get.  Could have a worse reputation. 

Know what I'd like to thank? I'd like to thank the amazing people out there who put up with my craziness.   I am a special brand of crazy, & i know it. For one, Minnesotans aren't easily excitable fellows, & well, I am. I talk quick, I bounce around, and I hardly make sense. Yet somehow my fellow Minnesotans tolerate me anyway. 

There's someone in particular I'd like to thank, and that's AC. We all know without her, I wouldn't write this blog (I don't even know how to set one up! From helping me to price out apartments to reading my writings all the way to cheering me on, helping me out, or givin' me a stern talking to when I've needed it, AC has been there. 

I'm super tired or I'd write more. So thanks guys, for puttin' up woth the crazy!

G'night,

~LB