ch-ch-changes
This is going to be the week from hell - I am finally moving, and although I’m really excited about it I am also completely fucking freaked out. My list of things to do is a mile long, and fielding hundreds of Craigslist emails about the furniture I am trying to sell and/or give away is just complicating matters. In a week’s time, hopefully I will be in my beautiful newly painted room with my brand new bed (thanks to Crave the generous) with my new cat and my new roommates and everything will be fine.
Until then, I am slowly losing my mind. Thankfully, my darling Crave has been devising all sorts of distractions from my stress. Tonight we are drinking with his friends, tomorrow night we are going to cook for his sister and her husband, last night we ate at Jack in the Crack and hung out at IKEA, and a week from Sunday I am going to meet his parents for the first time. In case you couldn’t tell, he is pretty much rocking my world at the moment, and if I have been so distracted by being happy that I haven’t been a good communicator, I apologize. I’ll be back to my normal disillusioned self any day now, I’m sure. ;)
What are you doing on Sunday? Wanna help me move?
Hey, you don’t have to if you don’t want to - I just didn’t want you to feel left out of the “Cool Kids With Pseudonyms” club. You can out yourself at ANY TIME.
Yeah, pretty much. The blogname thing is for the cool kidz. Welcome the club. ;)
Wow, moving eh? No wonder you never answer my calls, yo.
Dude, my life has been totally bat shit insane recently. No offense meant, promise.
Did you have a good day of birth?
No offense taken, yo.
Just sayin’s all.
Yes, the day of birth was good. Read up on it, when you get the chance.
But yeah, I’m gonna need your new addy, cuz there will be IMPORTANT MAIL coming out soon.
SWEET! Iiiii know what it iiiiisssss….
Damn right you do, baby.
Good luck with the move, sweetie. It sounds like you & CRAVE are insanely happy. And he’s such a HoTTie. *yeowsa!*
(psa: Congrats, Nenie!)
For?
Hey, anonymous yeowsa-er …
who the hell are you?
And damn right he’s a hottie. DAMN RIGHT!
I feel silly using a pseudonym, but it’s important to note that the feeling is mutual. I however, might never recover, leading me to snub my friends indefinitely.