I never knew working with Teen Camp™ could be this fun. I mean, these kids are awesome. I never thought I’d be ever caught dead saying this, much less alive and kickin’. They enjoy coming to camp, and they have fun. And they listen. And they’re not complete asstards. A variety of things.

Much better, however is my bike camp. Now, those kids are Fscking Awesome. And I’m turning them into bike snobs as well: they want to get our weakest rider a new bike if we can get some decent sponsorship so he doesn’t have to put up with his Wal*Mart $60 sucktastic de-luxe.

In completely other news: I’m still single. This has been the longest block I’ve been so since before Laura. It feels odd at times, namely when I get to thinking of it. I know that I’m free to do as I wish nowadays, and I’m definately not spending my hard-earned money spoiling any special someone. And that’s all good. I enjoy every minute of it. I get to be quite a bit more selfish in action; I’m not doing anything “just to make her happy”. On the flip side, however, I do miss having someone. Yes, I’ll admit it, I like romance. Romance is what makes me want to have a relationship. Going for dinner and dancing. Showing up unexpectedly with a bunch of roses. All that stuff. I love it. And that’s what I miss about not having a girlfriend. Granted, that’s the most expensive parts of having a girlfriend, but I’m working on cheap and low-cost alternatives. To romantic stuff. Not girlfriends. Sicko.

Spent the 3rd and half of the 4th at Tony’s cottage on Lake Shannon in the Braidwood area. That family knows how to throw a party. And somehow find a constant stream of food to shove down your throat, not that I’m complaining. Only problem was that all the girls who seemed interested in me at all were sub-18 years in age. Now, of course, if I were their age, I would have been completely ignored. Oh, well, life is hard.

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