It's Tuesday, and I am tired. I mean really really tired. I really overslept today. Alarm went off at 0545. I woke up at 0630. Oops. Dexter wouldn't poop outside this morning. I know that means that there will be a little gift waiting for me when I get home today. (Dexter is my dog, by the way... just in case you missed that.) I don't ( Read more... )

My car is fixed... for now. The water pump was broken... in half, apparently. So my mechanic replaced the plastic one that was broken with a metal one. $743, my dad said. Well, at least that's better than $810. And not bad, in total, considering that probably includes the towing fee to take my car on a flatbed truck from Rockville to Silver ( Read more... )

So, first week and some change in my new apartment. It has been the week from Hell because pretty much nothing has gone right. I have been exhausted all week and I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's my trek up and down 4 flights of stairs every day. But that hasn't actually been that bad. I'll soon have legs of steel, though. My dog was taking ( Read more... )

WORST. DAY. EVER.

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At this time tomorrow, I will be in my apartment. Yes, finally moving out of the house. Just 2 weeks shy of my 25th birthday. It's a beautiful thing. It's gonna be a great weekend ( Read more... )

Because, when I put it on "shuffle" mode, it can play 50 Cent's Piggy Bank, and then the next song will be The Beatles' Eight Days a Week...

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9 days until I move out of my house...
12 days until Dave Chappelle live at the Kennedy Center...
16 days until my sister's baby shower...
18 days until my 3 year anniversary...
23 days until my 25th birthday...

OH BOY, OH BOY!!!!!!!

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So, yeah, I had the weirdest dream about 50 Cent last night. Weird, but I woke up feeling GREAT. I had this dream that he was some gang boss... I guess kinda like how he is the head of G-Unit. Anyway, I was his girlfriend/wife/whatever... He gets arrested and goes to prison, and basically leaves the task of "runnin' things" to me. I visit him ( Read more... )

I think Dexter is getting much better. He is now being the little jerk that I knew he could be. Last night, he stole one of my insoles... and when I called him to give it back, he bolted down the stairs. The night before, I was in the kitchen and I dropped a paper towel. The second it hit the floor, he grabbed it and proceeded to rip it to ( Read more... )

2 weeks and 2 days until I am out of my house. I am so anxious for it ( Read more... )