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Hello friends,

I realize I have not been active in the blogging world lately, but here you are.  Why? Maybe because there is a remote chance that this post could surpass the mediocrity that infests most of my updates and be one of those hilarious or insightful posts that I come up with maybe once or twice a year.  

Or maybe you're here because you kinda like me, or you're interested in what I have to say.  Or maybe you're just that bored.  But you are here, and take comfort in knowing that it's not just my blog that I have neglected, I haven't been reading any of your blogs either.  I'll get around to it, I always do.  Most of the time.  

I know what you all are saying "Where have you been, Quinn?"  I ask myself the same thing when I fall asleep in the middle of a phone call at work.  The truth is that I haven't been blogging much because . . . 

 . . . I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND SUCKAS!!!  (still . . . as far as I know . . .)

That's her!!!  Am I jealous that a frog got lip action from my boo?  Puh-leez . . . envy is totes not my style.  (Side note: I may have kicked that amphibian dirt bag in the face after my muse walked away . . . and it may have hurt me more than him, but whatevs)

I could go on and on about how spectacular she is, but I know how annoying electronic PDA can be.  I've experienced the nausea of having a Facebook home page full of status updates that say junk like "I have the sweetest gf/fiance/wife ever!"  

So all I will say right now is this:  Karlie Bronson is super boss.  (Yes I may have changed my girl's name to something that bears no resemblance to her actual name in order to protect her identity.  This is a public blog after all.  Only the 1082 people who are friends with me on Facebook can know who I am for realsies in a relationship with)

On to the next thing that has been keeping me busy, peep this:

What's the significance of the shorts? Oh, those shorts are what I put on to walk around MY yard or jump in MY pool.  Wha?!?!? Wait, did I just take ownership of my inanimate surroundings?  Yes, I did Pocahontas, that's right, I am a home owner!  

Wait, so if I have to put those shorts on to go outside, what do I wear inside?  Well, I'll leave that to your imagination.

. . . I lied. This is too premium. What I wear inside is . . . NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111  Pure. Freedom. That's the beauty of living by myself, in my own home.  

The ugly of living by myself  in my own home (ugly - opposite of beauty, that works . . . right?) is that the mortgage is more than I've ever paid for renting a shared apartment or house.  Thus I had two guys named John and Cody . . . er, I mean Bron and Cardy (identity protection) move in today.  And by move in I mean fill the spare bedrooms with a bunch of stuff and then take off never to be heard from again.  Apparently they have girlfriends as well.

Which brings me full circle.  Being in a relationship is better than being single, especially if you like the person you're dating.

 And here is a picture of the only thing on the menu at Denny's that I can recommend with a good conscience:

Love, 

k-weez