The kitten has been named Lozoodaj (don’t ask if you haven’t seen the Final Fantasy VII movie) There’s so many inside jokes in my life I don’t think there’s time to explain them all.
I’m amazed at how I can keep smiling. One of my best friends is gone for several months, I’m left alone at my house most of the day, I’m bored out of my rocker, I have to work a lot (although this isn’t so bad), I only have two belly dance classes left before I move, I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford/make it to the studio in Kitchener, I still haven’t heard back from the store I’m trying to get a job at (they wouldn’t even have to train me for tuna’s sake!),
and this peanut butter tastes like feet.
The more I think about it the more I dislike this idea of moving. Really… I’ll have to get a new job, make a bunch of new friends and try to find things to do with myself that will keep me from going on a… drunken… papier-mache rampage or something.
Moving sucks.
But on the flipside to that, if I have to stay here much longer I’m going to completely flip my lid and probably start listening to country music. And start judging a guy’s worth by the size of his pickup truck…
I can’t wait to move.
