Almost went Godzilla on people today. But I didn't. Mission Accomplished.

My heart is so full tonight... I used to hate it when people said that. It sounds so pretentious but that's how I feel. If you're having a sad day I hope this makes you feel a little better.
Most people know that if you have self confidence you will treat yourself and others better. It makes sense but sometimes it's still really hard to remember. But if we think about Jesus and how he died for us and God and how he would let his son get killed, it makes it easier to realize how incredibly special every one of us are. I used to wonder the same thing. Why would God think I'm so special? What's so great about me? The truth is, it's all of us. All of you are so amazing. You have the potential to be happy and perfect. Just remember how short life is. Live it up people! Don't squander your time on your problems. There is so much to take in and if we waste our time on the crap of life, we will miss soo much! Just forget your problems because focusing on them doesn't make them go away. Acknowledge you have problems, everyone does! Now wrap them up in a big black sack and put them out for the garbage man. It's time to have fun.
<3, Max

Love and lots of clean laundry, happy Thursday. c:

Spring might just be here.

This week was pretty uneventful. I found the charger for my phone, a package I had been expecting finally came, and my eardrum collapsed. Actually, to be honest, I don't know why I never thought to look in "The Junk Drawer". The charger wasn't even hidden. It was just sitting at the top of the junk.
OK, OK. I'll tell you about my ear. It was quite an interesting experience. The funny thing about having your ear drum pop is you think that you would have to be assaulted with a screw driver or narrowly survive a venomous snake attack, but the truth is that it can pop for virtually no reason.
From what I could gather from the doctor that I visited (I was a little preoccupied with the steady flow of blood coming from my right ear), if a person gets an infection in just the right area of the throat, the tubes that release the pressure from your eardrum are unable to do their job properly and pressure builds inside your ear (this happened to me at work. It was not fun.) The pain and pressure continues to build until one can barely stand up straight. Then your ear drum explodes.
This is where most people would imagine the pain climaxes, but the case is actually the opposite. Once your drum has drummed it's last drum (for two to three weeks) the pain stops. You can tell it's ruptured because you are suddenly deaf and you're not ninety.
From there- or, here, we wait until my hearing comes back and I take antibiotics. I know. It's a thrilling story.
In other news I experience love at first sight with this camera at Walmart. As is customary when one finds a new love, you have to drop the old one. If you want it I'm selling it here on eBay. It's in perfect condition. I'm just not smart enough to use it. I have honestly only used it seven times. Take it off my hands for me?
anyhew, hope this finds you well. hugs and hot kisses, Max.

For a long time I was very unhappy. I mean VERY unhappy. I don't like it when people say stuff like that because it sounds so whiny. But I'm not feeling sorry anymore. I am so happy now. Like REALLY happy. I love my life a LOT. I stopped wondering why some people's life seemed to be free of the troubles that plagued mine. One day I realized that they weren't as trouble free as I thought. There is pain and suffering everywhere. But there is happiness, beauty, love, friendship, and charity everywhere also. To be happy is a simple attention shift.

Yesterday I read a post by another blogger. It was basically an outline of the things that were so spectacular about her life at the moment. I liked the idea so much I had to do it to. So...

Reasons that I love my life right now include St. Tropez and the amazing smell that accompanies it, a really cheap bottle of Acqua Di Gio I found on eBay, a great circle of friend's and family, a healthy body, a great job, fiscal freedom, a religion that answers the questions I have about life, great music, AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER, my boss's really cute puppy, an impending audition, and soooo many other things including this picture:
I love everything about it. It's from the Sartorialist, one of my most favorite blogs. I am dying for shoes like his.
Anyway, not much else to say. Just had to let some of my happiness spill out. <3
What do you love about your life right now? What's that thing right now that just makes you want to jump for joy?

Hugs and warm puppies, Max

Lately something has been nagging at my thoughts. I have been trying to get more organized. I've been revisiting things that I seemed to have forgotten lately. (Nanowrimo.) Things like regular room cleaning, daily showering, and more precisely, journaling. I've always liked journaling. I stuck with it for a very long time. I love how it helps you organize your thoughts and work out problems without even meaning to. But there has always been one aspect of the journaling scene that I have been not so good at. To incorporate journaling into your daily routine, you really have to...write. This doesn't sound very difficult, being born in the techno generation, my handwriting isn't what it should be. And my handwriting speed is DEFINITELY not what it should be. My habit really died at scout camp. After a long, long day at camp, when your head hits the hay, the last thing on your mind is putting pen to paper. The nights that I actually did ink those pages, what I wrote was hardly legible. I lost hope.
But never fear! I resolved this problem this week. Now I'm sure that NONE of you have thought of this so I decided to share. Brace yourselves.
Google Docs. I know. None of you had ever even thought of this. It takes a great mind. It's so simple that I can't believe I never thought of it. Journaling had always been frustrating because my thoughts happened so much faster than I could put them down on paper. But with my (above average) typing speed, journaling has become almost convenient.
For those of you who don't know what Google Docs are, they are simply an online document that you can find under the More tab on the Google home page. If you have a Google account than opening one is effortless. The document saves itself to the web as you type so even if your computer dies mid sentence, your thoughts are saved. Or if a comet flew through your ceiling, narrowly missing your head and fingers but devistating your beloved computer. Considering the fact that if the afore mentioned comet found contact with your leather bound journal, the afore mentioned journal would be toast, we can see which is the more reasonable option.
I encourage you to try it. Creating a Google Doc takes seconds. The benefits are numerous. It is way faster to type your journal. If your house burns down, gets swept away in a typhoon, or is bandited by bandits, your journal will still be safely stored on the interweb.
Your welcome for this knowledge. Use it wisely.

I know I've been ranting on a lot about resolutions, so I hope this won't sound redundant. But I felt like I should share this with you guys and hopefully it will touch one of your hearts.
I'm in my third week of keeping my exercise routine resolution. Supposedly after three weeks your actions become a habit and I can already see my attitude towards fitness changing. I don't have to force myself to do it so much anymore. I like doing it. The thought came to me the other day that if we can change our habits in such a short period of time, would the same work for our attitude? If we thought only happy and uplifting thoughts for a certain amount of time, would our personality change? Is it possible to change our outlook on life by a mental effort?
Following this train of thought, I thought about how many people are struggling in life. So often I have heard (often out of my own mouth) "I don't know how much longer I can do this." or "I just can't take it any more." There are so many people who feel like they are just going to collapse under the burden that they have to carry. If you have a struggle you are trying to deal with and you feel like you can't take it any more, think about your heart like a muscle. If we deal with this sadness for long enough, it will become easier for us. We will be able to bear more and more of the sadness until we can't even feel it anymore and all we can feel is happiness.
If your having a hard time, just know that there are people that love you and that your pain will get easier the more you deal with it. Just don't give up! Fight the fight and if you fall, get right back up again.
<3 Max

I've been thinking a lot about resolutions lately. I've made quite a few this year and everybody knows how hard they are to keep. But I heard a great quote sums up what I think about keeping resolutions. It said something like "Just because we forget to brush our teeth one day, doesn't mean that we'll never brush them again." It's so true. So many people think that because we fall off of the wagon that's taking us to the place we want to go, that we are totally left behind. It's not true! If you screw up your resolution, start it again the next day like nothing ever happened. You are an amazing person for even trying to change in the first place! I've had a resolution not to eat sugar except for the weekends because it makes my eczema go crazy and the person I want to be doesn't have scabby skin. I ate some (delicious) carrot cake tonight. And, though it was decadent, I feel bad. But that doesn't mean I'm going to drop my resolution. And neither should you. You are such a powerful person I know you can do anything you put your mind to. Don't get discouraged. Don't let other people tear you down. Get right back up! I encourage everyone to try their resolution for three weeks. I've heard this is the time it takes to form or break a habit. At least try it for that long and I promise that the satisfaction will be worth all your hard work. Once you change something better in yourself, when you look back it will be like you can't even beleive you didn't do it before. Don't be afraid to sweat towards the person you want to be. It will always be worth it.

I haven't posted in so long and I know I always say that and I always apologize, but an absence of this magnitude warrants an apology.
In retrospect, 2010 was a rough year chuck full of self discovery. There are some things that you can't find out about yourself and blog about at the same time. But (not that I have everything figured out) I wanted to share some things I learned this year. Plus, I love blogging. In the early dawn light of 2011 I decided it was time to pick it up again, so I Googled my way through a blog revamp and here we are. Snazzy, no?
I wanted to post my new year's resolutions before the first of the year was a thing of a past. But I don't want to rush through into the new year with out giving respect to the old one... because 2010 was awesome. I learned some incredibly valuable things last year. Such as:
1. Just because other people have fun doing things, doesn't make them fun for you. Strangely enough I had to be taught this by a book called the Happiness Project. Once you make this self discovery, it seems so obvious, but it is fabulous to know. Just because other people like parties, doesn't make them any less painful for me. Just because others want to grow up and make a living in dentistry, doesn't make it any less disgusting to me.
2. Is similar to one, but just as important. Don't belittle the things that you do love to do just because you don't think that it is right for you. Namely: I love to sing, something I never did because it just wasn't was normal people did. I love to swim, something I never explored because it was for 'fit' people, something I had never classified myself as. And I never spoke my mind about things, because I thought that no one wanted to hear what I had to say. I've come to realize that what other people think doesn't effect me. We have to do us and the friends that we are truly need to have will appear.

Although it might be difficult, I'm determined to make 2011 even better than 2010. So without further adieu, my New Year's Resolutions:
1. Exercise at least five days a week. I've always told myself (or been told by others) that I was 'to thin', had no muscle and would never pull out of my condition because of my Vegetarian life style. These past few months, however, something changed. I realized that the only thing keeping me exactly the way I am, was me. Nothing other people said changed me, but if I internalized their words, then I would never accomplish my dreams. I've come to realize that I've spent to much time dreaming about the person I will be when I grow up and not enough time becoming that person. I am fit in my heart, so this year I will become it on the outside too. If the person you see in the mirror is not what you see in your head, never change your self perception to match a lesser version of yourself. This will only hurt you. Always raise the bar and make yourself better.

2. Get over my fear of singing in public. I love to sing. I love it so much I don't even realize I love it. I sing non stop, even if it's not always out loud. This year I will let my passion take form. I want to share my love with others that appreciate it as much as I do. This year I am going to audition for a major theater where I live. If I get in I will be singing on stage six days a week. Not something you can do if you're afraid to belt Happy Birthday to a friend.

3. I will regret less. Working to change the future is not the same as regretting the past, yet it takes up the same amount of energy. This year I will think only of the positive things that I and others do. I will use my energy to love others and see the incredible bounty that God has given me. I will try to take for granted less and appreciate my blessings more.

I hope you will continue to read my blog. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think. I hope you have the happiest new year of your life.

<3 Max

Yeah. Nanowrimo pretty much drained me of every word I had... hence this is the first post I have written in almost three months.

Nanowrimo was fantastic this year. I actually wrote a coherent story (which is no where near finished).

In other news I just finished my Eagle last week. (!!!!!)

Christmas was yesterday and it was pretty epic. It began with what will always be known in the Peterson History Book as the Fifty Dollar Gay Man Cake. What is a Fifty Dollar Gay Man Cake? Well to the naked eye it looks like a mere chocolate mousse cake, but upon further investigation turns out to be a chocolate mousse cake made by two gay men. Such a confection would normally cost fifty dollars but upon special request for a virgin cake by a friend of a friend, we got it for much cheaper. But through some misinterpretation of the meaning of the word virgin, we got a Fifty Dollar Gay Man Cake With Rum Frosting. And not the kind where all the alcohol burnt out of it. Let's just say we started out the new year with excitement.

That's about all for now. I shall write again soon.

I love dogs. and yes this is another creepy post.

Dogs, or more specifically puppies, are the key to good habits. They MAKE you be good, or you end up with a screwed up dog. For exAmple. If you are not attentive you will have messes to clean up. If you are not constant in your reward and disciplining attitudes than your puppy will never be constant in it's manners and pottytrainedness. Puppies don't like yelling. If you get stressed out, so do your puppies. If you forget to keep your promises, like feeding your dog, they graciously throw up. If you don't keep your appointments, such as taking someone to the potty, then... well. You get the picture.

I never realized how good you have to be to keep your dog good. But it is SO worth it. There is nothing like a warm fuzzy, albeit smelly, puppy greeting you like he hasn't seen you in a million years, even though you just said hi five minutes ago. Puppies also keep you in shape. If you don't walk them, then they make you run them.. or after them.

The jist is that I love my growing puppy. Just thought you should know.

Ah. Sweet is the life of a dog owner. Mostly. Although I swore I would never become one of those creepy people who talk about how their dogs have such attitudes and are just like little people, apparently I have been infected by this ghastly disease and I simply have to extricate myself from society apart from this delicious little blog. Prepare to read some creepiness.

Henry is the best dog. Ever. Although he might have been subject to illegal genetic mutation to exist in such a superior state, we will steer clear of the popo and live our lives in blissful companionship.

Although the first time I saw him I could see through his flee ridden, poop stained coat that he was a champion, he did have what I THOUGHT were flaws. But after a bath with outrageously EXPENSIVE flea shampoo I could see that my doubts were that of one with no faith. Sometimes when I would take him to the bathroom at 3am he would pee and then run away from me. For the first few nights I would chase him down and graciously stuff him back into his kennel. But eventually I thought, to heck with it. If he wants to sleep out here that's fine. So he went and ran away and I was ABOUT to go back inside when he ran around the yard and relieved himself TWO MORE TIMES!

I know. He is truly a champion among beasts.

Aside from the obvious aspects you would expect a future best in show dog, he has many other good qualities. He is not snobbish, even though you would expect such attitude from a canine lady killer, on the contrary, he is great with kids and cats alike.

The third day I had him I looked into the back yard to see him running in tighter and tighter circles around my siblings until they were all rounded up into the most manageable little bundle and I thought to myself, 'What did I do to deserve so many blessings?'

The week has been quite eventful. Among other things my birthday was on the first and I must say that my present is quite exquisite.Is he not fabulous? I know I am one priveledged individual. He is a red merle Australian Shepherd. He has been dubbed Henry in honor of the star of the book (and movie) the Time Traveler's Wife. He is so sweet and adorable and awesome and handsome and cute and nice and easily pottietrainable and smells good and bathes readily and doesn't care for doggie treats and likes to lick my face even though it forces my robust skin into a ghastly rash and smartly herds my siblings into a neat little group and I'm pretty sure he has a thing for Mozart. Perhaps in the future I shall post pictures of my sister's new also Australian Shepherd though I must say that Daisy is hardly as debonair as my dear Henry. If you feel unquenshable jealousy anow, tis ok. You are only human and this is no dog for mere mortals.

A message to the few bodacious subscribers who did not commit suicide in my absence:

I know. I was wrong. I have come back to the side of truth, justice, and literary excellence. I was a fool to withdraw my shining presence from your life and, lets face it, the world is just better off with me here.
However dismal it was, my life did not cease to be glamorous beyond belief. And although it is a shame that you were not there to witness every shining moment, there is simply not enough processing power in your brain to comprehend it all at once. Take it from me, this is for your own well being. But for the sake of your sanity, I shall give you a brief recap of my life thus far.

I was born on a stormy night, under a full moon.

About sixteen years passed.

The first crowning event of my summer was a glorious trip to Seattle which I have raved thoroughly enough at this point in time but have still not done it nearly enough justice. No, your not confused, that sentence just doesn't make sense.

As is customary of my summers, I went from one of the largest cities in the country to as down and dirty as it gets. I courageously marched into the thick of scout camp with flashlight on belt, pneumonia in lung, and very little in stomach. Although my bravery is insurmountably stellar, try not to be too jealous, I made it a whole 12 hours before my parents had to rush me to the hospital where I was life flighted to a research facility so secret I can't even tell you the hemisphere in which it resides. . I don't want to have to kill you so I'll just stop right there.

After recovering what could have been a fatal attack on my immune system, I returned to camp. And although it started out rough, and, well, it ended a little rough too, but it was the single most amazing event of my life. I lived, laughed, and cried harder than I ever have before. Granted I mostly laughed in the wrong place and cried in front of people I only wanted to impress, it was like the first time I really knew where I belonged. It's strange to know that family is so broad a topic. To be old, young, socially grotesque, gifted with so many talents its hard to contain them in one blog, or so horribly single, and to still be willing to give up anything for each other was like magic.

The next few months passed in a heavy fog of post camp madness, which is to say my life truly sucked for the first time. I started work, started school, and read Carolyn Turgeon's new book Godmother. It was such a fascinating book. So dark and alluring and with an ending that spun the whole thing up in such brillinat perfection. Truly stellar.
But at the end of my summer festivities, I came down with a serious case of the snivels.

Which brings us to now.

I have been pretty darn sick. By pretty darn I mean stand up and almost faint, lay down almost suffocate, and never really get a full breath. Not much takes me down so hard, so I knew it could only be one thing. Now although the swine flu is quite a rare disease, nothing else could fell such a manly creature such as I.
A 'physician' *hack hack*, however, diagnosed my condition as none other than asthma. ASTHMA? I am far to debonair to be taken with a disease so commonplace! Aren't there laws against this kind of thing? There are middle class diseases and there are diseases that only people like Micheal Jackson, Heath Ledger, and myself are entitled too. I suppose that if I had been counted in the lucky few worthy of such a high class illnesses my name would have to go down in martyrdom, rather than stardom. But such is the life of rising star.

Other than that, the day that the world was first graced with my presence on is a mere sixteen days away and I must say that I'm surprised Good Morning America hasn't started the count down.
You know how television people are, waiting till the last minute, all about the dramatics.

It has been so.long. since I've talked to y'all. I apologize, how have you lived without me? The last six weeks I have probably been in town about four days. Lets start from the beginning, shall we?
So the first week of summer break, me and my broha went to Seattle and truly danced our hearts out. It was probably one of the most amazing experiences that have occurred as of this point in my life. I haven't been so tired, excited, or hot than that single week. I truly died with fatigue, almost peed in anticipation, and exploded in a grotesque fountain of sweat.
It was truly an amazing week.
After dis most amazing experience I had very good friends come into town and we had many adventures in an extremely debonair fashion.
After DIS most amazing experience, I had the most life changing experience I have ever....well EXPERIENCED! As you probably know, I've been working at Little Lemhi scout camp this summer. Prior to working there, that sentence would have sounded exceedingly twatty but after being there I realize what life is all about. I haven't been away from home a lot and it was nice to work out my limits, how hard I can work myself and how hard other people can work me even after I would have given up. I learned how to serve other people with a smile, even when you just want to cry. Up in the middle of nowhere, you only have your reputation and your honor starts to mean a lot more to you.
I learned to be happier than I've ever been. I learned how family can be much larger than you think.
I also learned that it's corny, but all good things really do come to an end, even the greatest things that have ever happened to you. But part of having great stuff taken away is realizing that you do have the potential to be happy. You DESERVE to be happy. When you are always looking to serve, to find the good in other people, to see all potential in all God's creation, there's a certain satisfaction in knowing you are worth it to. Some of you might remember my little compliment rampage a few months ago. Well I guess this is round two. This is how I feel so sorry for the typos, this deserves to not be edited.
This paragraph is only meant for you. So everyone else stop reading, this is private!
You ARE worth it. You deserve to be loved. You can do what ever you want. The time to live your dreams is now. Today is the day you become one hundred times what you thought you could be. Leave it all behind because nothing should hold you down. You are better than you can imagine, and anyone who says differently doesn't deserve a second more of your time so drop em' like de hot! Let your light so blind the world, because your just that good.

So through a series of 60s-90s television reruns I have decided that we suck. I need to know where my Rhoda\Kramer\Elaine\Creepy next door neighbor who always comes in unannounced is. My brother is to freakin right. We need porches!
I also made a small but inexplicably genius discovery. I have been pondering the picture of people chatting early morning style and I wondered why no one does that anymore, and I discovered the problems with this equation.
Problem #1
Nobody wakes up early enough anymore
Problem #2
Nobody would go outside just for the sake of conversation.
Problem #3
Things like that are just creepy nowadays.
Problem #4
Nobody smokes... Which is why everyone was out there in the first place..

So I thought about it and I decided that I am going to start a world wide family... ok. State wide...JUST A FAMILY, OK?
Anyhew. Whatever happened to the Marie Borones of this world. I want someone barging into my house unannounced to give me food\good conversation. Everybody is moving so fast these days it's like they have no time to slow down and talk.
M.S. (mid script) I apologize for all the random hugs\compliments\creepy smiles I liberally philanthropate in seminary. I am not gay\stalking you\trying to cut a lock of your hair for my pillow...
I just wish it was OK to look people in the eyes and talk. I want to do the weird french kiss on each cheek thing from now on!!!!
OK so we will work our way to that. For now we will just hug. But I CHALLENGE you to be friendlier, look people in the eye, and stir up some drama, even if you have to start rumors that may or may not imply your friend's pregnancy!! I am SICK of boring Idaho. Become a vegetarian! Win a knitting world record!!! And by golly start that breakfast club you have been yearning for all those years!!!! I will come, even if it takes some serious alarm clocking! Join my family!
Au revoir and you can borrow my mom's knitting needles if you want!!!
The end.

I am a new man. I faced my largest fear in the world last night, and only my dad was there to watch me. I am going to be an anesthesiologist when I am older so I figured, I should be able to reach inside a body... so last night as I was putting my plate in the sink I eyed possibly the most horrifying thing in the world lying in my sink. Granted, it has been there before, but it was equally traumatizing. It was a large bowl full of water, smoothy, pasta, seasoned fries, and nachos. I know. It was dirty dish water. And as I stood over that cesspool of infamy, I imagined I was back in Grey's Anatomy, and I thought, is this really more disgusting than reaching into someone? And I said, YES!!!!, and so I HAD TO DO IT! because then I would have absolutely no fears!!! And so I did it. And after I took a few personal hours after that to talk to a counselor, break things, and convulse in private, but after that, I am a new, strong, brilliant, charming, charismatic, handsome, attractive, daring, debonair, and all around fearless man!
And I'm still waiting for glorious iprodegy....
Another thing I might want to look into: reinventing the scrubs....or body building....
This week I also discovered my future car. The Bugatti 16.4 Can you say HOLY CRAP?!?!
That car is freakin amazing. Not only is she a speed daemon, but she is sleek enough make me wonder if she came out of a gun. And the black model is pretty much a new and improved bat mobile.
Should Batmobile be capitalized? hmmm....
I also saw Seven Pounds last night. I have to say that it was an awesome movie, but I think they hyped it up so much that people (me) were expecting the movie of a life time and when it didn't deliver....it was a leetle disappointing. But it was fabu, no doubt. I mean what cooler person in the world is there, than that that owns a box jellyfish?
But aside from the jellyfish I also thought that, maybe he was just trying to downplay it, and it DID fit the character nicely, but Will Smith seemed just a little bit blah in the movie. The other characters were awesome, and so awesome that Will got a little dull....to me....
But you can't argue with the man's taste in cars.
Anyhew. I am off to the glorious land of book borrowing.
The end.
P.S.
The authress Carolyn Turgeon invented the 'The end.' tag and I mercilessly stole it from her without even realizing it. I apologize. No copyright violated.... hopefully.
I think she also invented the word authress...

I have decided that life is rigged. I have also decided that Bill Gates sucks. What kind of fourteen year old is making 20,000 at 14?!?
But I have decided that being a doctor will best suit my purposes. Aside from entering the workforce at thirty, I am in charge (mostly), things are clean, organized, I like pressure, and it is a constantly expanding science, meaning that I will always be learning.
Just kidding. I just want the money.
I am constantly amazed at my fabu bff Carolyn Turgeon, or C-Ditty, as she likes me to call her. The further I read in her fabu new book Godmother, the better it gets. It is full of ununderstandable darkness, which I personally think is quite fabu.
You know, I was thinking that when my kids are adults, you won't EVER know when to use which fork, but there will be advanced Facebook etiquette. It's already developing. Ettiquete are just fancy rules that people agree on to say that this situation isn't awkward because there is a generally accepted solution. Like when you are friends with as many people as I am, it is very time consuming to write on every persons walls (advanced apologies if I have not written on your wall yet :S) So the question is. Who's job is it to write on the other party's wall first? Who's obligation is it? The person who invited, or accepted. It's the awkward telephone call
Hey.
Hello.
.....
Hello?
Yep. Still here.
Oh. Good...
Suddenly you wonder if someone has replaced your best friend with your annoying coworker you thought you dun in with a quart of Maalox and half a bottle of sarsaparilla.
Speaking of iPods, mine is still not here.....
But I DID order a fabulously fabu bottle of mah favorite cologne which Wal-Mart rudely refuses to carry any longer.
In other news, I am on the forth chapter of my revisions in my book, Juno. They are coming along nicely, until I discovered that Juno is a girl's name.... history must be mistaken.
Anyway. Random House called me and told me that their CEO has retired and they were wondering if I wanted to do it as a little side thing, on the side. I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to settle for a seven figure income just yet.
But I SHALL consider.
Au revoir, mes amis.
Terminar.

can we just take a moment and not capitalize anything or punctuate or gramarate like that gold ole' poet of old this is a question mark

soooo many things have happened since i havnt posted since march twenty sixth exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point

first of all coma my amazing and awesome and friend meredith started her swing scene in idaho falls which is coma yeah coma awesome exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point stop she is pretty much an amazing teacher coma as is her awesome and equally amazing friend guy rick stop

meanwhile at max planet coma i have been working on the revisions on my second book and they are coming along mui fabuloso stop

any way coma back to me stop i purchased my tickets for capitalize camp jitterbug uncapitalize exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point

enough about that though coma my mui fabuloso cousen hunter has been tearing it up youtube style stop

meanwhile coma carolyn turgeon and i have recently purchased out tickets to the bahamas stop after three weeks of organic spas coma three hour massages coma and camel riding coma we will leave the drab bahamas and travel to fiji coma oahu coma the caribean coma and rhode island stop it will pretty much be an all around awesome book tour for moi stop

meanwhile easter was fabu and i received a great many jelly bellies and other wondrous gifts stop

rant time coma i ordered a fabulous itouch via the ebay and it has taken a month and it is not stop even stop here stop exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point

anyway coma i am off to save some whales coma tata stop

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