me, a roommate, and a spare friend just finished watching the Bourne trilogy- wow. and are mourning the fact that it is over. and the fact that way too few men bear any resemblance to Matt Damon. well...the spare friend is a male so i doubt he's mourning much of anything currently. he's probably sleeping peacefully, dreaming of motorcycle races, big guns, and really really clever secret agents who can do more than i can imagine with a rotating fan, a broom and some scotch tape. all i had handy was an Allen wrench in case JJ tried anything dumb :) i am not as skilled as Jason Bourne but i'm gonna work on it. i've decided i like Allen wrenches alot. i got the whole collection with the bookshelves and the massive 2 million pound dresser that all come pre-made at some Target manufacturer. my friend and i almost died getting that box upstairs. but it's almost built so i can stop living out of my suitcase. and i've got some shelves up, which do wonders in turning an empty jail-like apartment into something more home-like. now that it's been close to 6 months…
and the next day i woke up. something about having my oxygen-carrying components drained from my right arm, i think. i was the last one through the doors to donate blood at Lifeline's annual "Vein Drain." pretty cool. and i got a delightfully tacky t-shirt as well. they offered two designs one of which was kinda pretty- but why pass up this great opportunity? of COURSE i got the tacky one!! that's half the fun! i am now a "Friend for Life" over there (for real- i've got the donor card and everything!). it has never ceased to amaze me how guys can watch all kinds of horrible gory movies and video games and yet say the word "needle" and you could blow some of them over with a Chinese fan. i love it :) rip someone's arm off or punch his nose inside-out though, and they're good.
i just want my oxygen back…
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