How Could You?, An Essay by Jim Willis, Stolen Shamelessly from <lj site="livejournal.com" user="alf

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"--but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

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Its been a crazy couple months, I have a job, a home, and a new life almost, and even a new species maybe (they keep trying to tell me I'm a Malamute).

Work.. well is work, I dont like it all that much, but it pays the bills, and by the way how do you get () and "" mixed up?

Christmas/Birthday were sorta blahish, I sat at home, and I think I had.. umm Chicken on Christmas, and was at work on my birthday.

I had a roommate move out kaecyphet moved out, so things are a bit up in the air.. if you live in the greater seattle area, we have a great place in bellevue.

I will be at FC, the first time I will not be on staff, or have some convention to promote, its just me, and my friends, something that makes me a bit nervous..

If you want to hang out at FC, let me know. (I arrive on Wed the 23rd and depart on the following Tuesday.)