Oh . . . hi

Oh my goodness,

I'm glad I read all those posts even though I am supposed to be book critiquing. The critique can wait, not sure my online teacher really reads anything I write but . . . not gutsy enough to test that theory out.

Nick! Ah! Sadi would tell you to cover your whole body in Turmeric (which would get rid of the cat pee smell), all I can say is I know things will turn around. You're too cool.

Emily! Ah! Raise chickens and sell their eggs. Don't tell my vegan friends I said that.

p.s. - an anarchist told me I'm a beegan because I eat honey. Have I already blogged about that?

Georgia has been weird but good and sad but happy and horrible and beautiful all at the same time and that's been exhausting.

Farming still, which makes me more happy than I can explain and! and! Mama Judith from love is love farm might be starting an organic garden consulting/building business and she needs a lead shoveler.

Friday I take a bee keeping class. I'm torn between whom I love more, bees or worms.

or myself.

The band is still happening. We reminisced the other night about Nicks performance and How! Cool! That! Was!

Emily Kempf swore in this weeks paper. Check it out.

http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/the_back_pockets_put_juvenilia_on_blast/Content?oid=1372517

Sterling's Mom took that picture. Thanks Mrs. Morris.

Sterling and I acted very gross towards each other for awhile, now we're being polite and not gross. Much better this way, if not exactly following the plan we had in our heads August 7th.

Alex always calls me and I'm total poop about calling him back. Total poop. Sorry Alex.

Terri's new AmeriCorps children claim she is not a vegetarian. She claims she is. I'm way more scared of Terri, Terri wins.

Too long. Too long. For reals, I miss y'all too much sometimes. I started wearing a name tag everyday because I wasn't talking to anyone and it helped. I also have a new moustache that is driving no ladies or boys crazy. But it's a nice compliment to my rat tail.

My name is Billy and I feel oddly hopeful. My goal is to remember how amazing I felt working with everyone last year. I don't remember what else to say.

oh! I'm having a slumber party with Lauren Rench on Friday in Athens. We will stay busy as to not cause her soul a slow and painful death. I wish I could remember exactly what she said.