Retail Therapy and the P-word
Jun. 15th, 2003 06:46 pmI love Old Navy. I just got a big bag of clothes for $55. I got a pair of shorts, three ringer tshirts, a button down oxford shirt, and a tank top. Oh yeah. Nothing says cheap like buying in the boys' section. And we ran into Patience and met her mom. We invited her to the new place, whee! I'm excited to have a party.
If we can pull it off, I think this whole housewarming party thing will be a lot of fun. I'll invite people from all the different areas of my life and see if they kill each other. FUN TIMES.
Last night, Coworker
vorpalbla's parents took us out to dinner at La Scala in Dublin. It was yummy (and free) and they were very nice to me. And the server gave us free dessert for being laid off. YAY! So there goes the whole "no eating out" thing. And I went to Johnny Rockets for lunch. Mmmm. (Lardass, party of two!)
I have nothing exciting to say, but I'm supposed to be packing. It looks like a ghost town in my apartment. A week from today, we'll be living in our apartment. Yipes! What other randomness can I come up with? Oh yeah, it's almost time for Pride. YAY!
I need to pack things and sell things and shred things and throw out things. Things. The things we own end up owning us. Tomorrow I call the utilities to tell them about the move. The Move. Wow, I just got a totally weird feeling in my stomach. It completely turned over when my head flashed, "You're moving in with your girlfriend" behind my eyes. One more step closer to the P word. Eep! (And congrats to my newly-engaged
bigmeanie!)
If we can pull it off, I think this whole housewarming party thing will be a lot of fun. I'll invite people from all the different areas of my life and see if they kill each other. FUN TIMES.
Last night, Coworker
I have nothing exciting to say, but I'm supposed to be packing. It looks like a ghost town in my apartment. A week from today, we'll be living in our apartment. Yipes! What other randomness can I come up with? Oh yeah, it's almost time for Pride. YAY!
I need to pack things and sell things and shred things and throw out things. Things. The things we own end up owning us. Tomorrow I call the utilities to tell them about the move. The Move. Wow, I just got a totally weird feeling in my stomach. It completely turned over when my head flashed, "You're moving in with your girlfriend" behind my eyes. One more step closer to the P word. Eep! (And congrats to my newly-engaged
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Date: 2003-06-15 06:11 pm (UTC)Shit, shit, shit. This sucks. In case you didn't notice.
It's all about options, bay bee!
Yes. It sucks. Sure. BUT, it's also a blessing. Now I can unpack my new apartment and throw a par-tay!
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Date: 2003-06-15 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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