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Hello.

I have six minutes to post, because that's when I get to leave work. And I'm excited for that moment, folks.

FuturePig happens to be the name of my future pet pig. He's a brown and white pig, and together, we will explore the outer reaches of space. I'll post a picture of FuturePig later tonight, because I know you're all also desperate to meet my time-and-space traveling friend.



FuturePig happened earlier this morning while searching for apartments in Atlanta. Turns out, there's this one cute place that specifically prohibits pot-bellied pigs as an acceptable breed of pet.

I was crushed.

I really liked this place, you know? Nice courtyard, with flowers and a pretty orange and brick front. So I told Matthew Dearest, Sorry, but the Pig and I will have to visit you, because I can't abandon my Space Friend.

I have a picture of that, too.



Matt: "If he's FuturePig, shouldn't he live in space? Would we need to house him at our place in Atlanta?"
Me: "Out of the question, I am FuturePig's extra cute sidekick. Ace McShank, Space Adventurist."

(I don't have a picture of my business card yet, but I'm thinking I will, eventually.)

Matt's Big, Scary Interview happens Friday. Shhh, don't tell anyone. I guess it's okay that you know. Since you just read that. But don't tell anyone else.

The outcome will inevitably be Good/Bad. Because, if he gets the job, Yaaaaaaayyy.... but then he moves to Atlanta. And then I have to move. Boooo.. Or there's the reverse, Awwwww, you didn't get the job, but, yaaaay we get to stay here until I graduate.

Looks like the only thing keeping my spirits up is the FuturePig.

I have achieved Christmas presents for ... 3/5 of my readership. I bid you adieu.


-A