Mr. Chris got at me this morning with a link to this blog.
I told him that I am familiar with it, but that I steer clear of it because it makes me feel dirty.
Springtime in Portland, too. Which means the roll-ups were open at the bar last night, all the sweet kids were lined up to get loaded, and I rode home with a fat roll in the pouring rain and went to sleep as the chirble-wirbles were beginning their morning songs.
Through a concentrated effort of whining, cajoling, and back-stabbing, I have maneuvered myself to be down to three good bar shifts and an admin day. This is good news for you, dear readers, as I may actually find the time to sit down her and regale you with tales from beautiful Portland, the west coast's most passive-aggressive city.
Or, is it?
Check back. I'm going to try to stay on top of this.
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