It's really awesome not having anything to lose.
It gives me balls.
Having balls is AWESOME.

I want to sit on the beach.
While reading a book.
In a beach chair.
With my hot ass bod.
And a cute bathing suit.
In a big floppy hat.

THAT'S my goal.

I'm not going to have 2 of my best friends this summer.
I just realized that.

This sucks.

I want to live in London.
...live in a half-shitty apartment.
...decorate it with really cute DIY projects.
...have an adorable bookshelf arrangement.
...wear crazy clothes and outfits.
...and escape my comfort zone.

I don't regret it.

It IS what I feel that is ultimately important.  
I'm ditching the sideways smile thing. 

I'm smarter than this.
I'm better than this.

Get over it, self!
You're not worth this entry.

Long story short ( Read more... )

I'm packing up my stuff and Jamey and moving to London.
I'm ready.

As much as it was rocky, I really am going to miss the apartment.  It's sad.

Also, I feel like a horrible friend.  Karina, I'm SO fucking sorry.  I'm so mad at myself for thinking that I didn't need more time to pack/unpack.  I'm going to make it up to you.  I don't know how, but I am.

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