I have decided I am no longer mature or capable enough to manage the affairs of my own existence. I am considering outsourcing my life goal planning to people I admire most in life. As I was coming to this conclusion, I stepped out of the celestial room in the Logan temple and ran smack dab into Rexburg's very own Bro. Samuelsauce who I'm still not sure why he was in Logan at the temple at the same time I was. Coincidence? Probably. Even when he was my school schedule guidance counselor/advisor he was never really good at telling me what to do. He did command me to email him, which I shall do directly. Tomorrow.
A positive note: I've been recruited and paid off to try out a different survival camp program this summer, this one in Lehi. I'm going back on the trail, folks, and this time I'll be making fire out of sagebrush instead of yucca which means I won't have to rush to Arizona during the Apocalypse. Huzzah, huzzah.
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I hope that when you outsource your life, I am at least considered for the job! Em, how are you? What are you going to do? Move to the East Coast? (That's my vote...well shoot I am already making decisions for you and I'm not getting paid for it!) Call me, email me, something. I could have seriously used you and Sharon about 2 weeks ago, but I was stuck out here in Philly by myself. Arg!
Oh yeah, tell Samuelson that I said hi.
Done and done.
any face time with the Sauce is productive and time well spend, though you're correct in thinking it is a little cryptic...i am jealous.
Darren:
A fine point you make, sir, concerning face-time with the Sauce.
Sauce-time with the face is also good, like when eating carbonara or pipin' hot 'Zza.
Outback . . . that's the one I'll be working for. If I can figure out this whole background check in 5 different countries thing.
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