Friday Five

  1. I get to see my Sissy in less than 8 hours, which is pretty much the only thing getting my thought
  2. I am actively working on realizing K and I will never be a thing again. I know he loves me and I love him - but as stupid cliché as it sounds, it really just isn’t enough to make us work
  3. Purchased my dad and sister’s birthday gifts, paid all my bills, and no I am so. fucking. poor.
  4. Last night’s run was equal parts miserable and thrilling (hello, runners high around mile 4)
  5. I most desperately need to get my hair cut. It hasn’t been this long (and it is still above my shoulders) in a very long time and I hate it.
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Secret Service agents know how to party:

Three Secret Service agents responsible for protecting President Obama in Amsterdam this week were sent home and put on administrative leave Sunday after going out for a night of drinking, according to three people familiar with the incident. One of the agents was found drunk and passed out in a hotel hallway, the people said.

The hotel staff alerted the U.S. Embassy in the Netherlands after finding the unconscious agent Sunday morning, a day before Obama arrived in the country, according to two of the people. The embassy then alerted Secret Service managers on the presidential trip, which included the agency’s director, Julia Pierson.

Good work, dudes.

These guys are so fun! Remember when they got in trouble for prostitutes in Colombia? 

Funny story, one of my exs was “on his way” to becoming Secret Service (it was his goal - he had the right mentors and on track in his career) and when I read stories like this I can’t help but think he would fit in perfectly.