Last night, I pulled an all-night packing push, since I hadn't really had any time to pack until this week and the movers were coming today (and they did). Well, between the exhaustion, the caffeine from my 3 Doubleshots, and me just being a bit of a clumsy idiot, I slipped on a piece of cardboard and twisted my ankle HARD. I felt a grindy, popping ( Read more... )

I threw away the cake in the middle of our discussion ( Read more... )

Stephen is coming tomorrow ( Read more... )

Moving is really hard, especially when one is working weird hours and has to pack a whole house on one's own ( Read more... )

I'm getting so nervous ( Read more... )

1. What's the last thing you threw away? A wrapper I picked up off the floor

2. Have you ever been to Paris? No, I want to go, though.

3. What do you stare at? A certain few pictures strategically placed around the house.

4. What do you hurry for? OMG THE BUS! Every. Fucking. Day.

5. Friday fill-in:
I could have been a lot worse off.

I'm moving back to Portland.

I'M MOVING BACK TO PORTLAND!!

Oh my goodness snakes.

I know I love Stephen, but I can't help but feel like I'm not up to being in a relationship. I don't think he is, either.

*sigh*

I hope it's just the distance talking.

Yesterday, a pretty attractive guy left his phone number for me at the store while I was working. Normally, I would be calling him tomorrow to set up lunch or something, but I can only think, "too bad for him! I have a sexy, smart, witty, wonderful man in my life already."
Double ego boost!

1. What makes you feel exposed? Exposing myself...? Eh, trusting people with anything personal.

2. What do you have to force yourself to do? Dishes!

3. Where do you like to spend your time outdoors? Lately, at the bus stop or walking around town.

4. What surprises you? I get surprised every time someone likes me and wants to spend time with me ( Read more... )