salt

Wow, sodium overload. Holy crap. I'm eating the saltiest chicken tenders in New Yourke. Still working and bored as ever....hence two posts in two days. Well, the good news is I get to go home tomorrow. I've never been so happy to go back home as I am to go back home....tommorrow. Wow, I had to pause to appreciate the awkwardness of that last sentence.
New paragraph (the only way to cut ties with the awkward sentence above). This paragraph didn't really start with a real sentence. Sorry Mrs. Hobson.
This is a new paragraph. Okay, where were we. Oh yeah, seriously, the carrots are better than these chicken fingers. My main reason for wanting to get home so bad this weekend is to meet a girl that I've only been in touch with via email and a couple of calls. Shes a friend of Jenae Bergerons and she thought we'd get along if we ever met. I moved fate along by getting her email address (stealing it rather) and introducing myself. She'll be in South Carolina this weekend and I wanted to take advantage of her being so close so I plan on traveling down there. Yeehah...as father Cardwell would say.
In other news Jared is leaving on the 9th of Jan. for . IF you want to go visit me with him next fall then leave a comment on this piece. It'll be awesome. My other favorite contraction beside It'll is That'd. As in that'd be awesome if you wanted to go to the Ukraine to visit my badass brother.