Hey Bard friends: Did you get the new Bardian yet? Like me, did you flip open to the pages on Blithewood and count the number of places you had gotten wasted there? What, that was just me? Oh damn. Seriously though, Blithewood’s the shit.

So excellent, excellent news in Bose Land. Finally we have a new hire. Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel. And I really like him too. He graduated from Marist a little before I did Bard. Super nice guy. Intellegent, well mannered. Well mannered. What the fuck is that? I sound 80 years old. Anyway, he seems very much like my kind of people. Hopefully I’ve got a new friend at work. I’m especially glad he decided to work with us after our other prospective candidate Tami turned us down.

He’s looking for work while his wife goes to Bennington College to get her Masters in teaching. I met (fuck, I’m totally blanking on her name now, even though I KNOW I know it. Fuck! I hate my brain sometimes) her today and we talked as John filled out the gigantic mountain of paperwork a new hire has to go through. I also liked her immediately. Very cute, smart, nice. Another good sign was that she knew immediately that I had gone to Bard. I had mentioned it to John when he came in the first time, but she’d never met or talked to me before and yet brought it up within the first minute of meeting me with no prompting from anyone. That impressed me.

And here is what my crazy brain has been plotting ever since I first met John. I’m sick, I know. Here is the plan: First, become good friends with John. This isn’t really a problem, since I already like him and everyone at Bose instantly becomes good friends anyway. Part B comes a little later. Using my new connections I get him to get his wife to hook me up with her new single college friends. Finally Ben meets women his own age. Finally I can stop being pathetic talking crap in every stupid post I write.

Goddamnit I wish I could remember her name. This is really pissing me off. I made a point of memorizing it, and did know it after she left. My brain has never met a name it didn’t want to instantly forget, unfortunately.

This of course makes my whole plot thing sound that much more creepy, doesn’t it? Yeah, that’s me: CREEPY.