Moody Blues

I'm moving this week.

My cat wont stop finding things to wake me up. Must kill kitten....but she's so cute. I cant.

I also have a cat.

I spilled a little lunch on my shirt, maybe I wanted a treat for later, but for now Im forced to wear my sweatshirt zipped up like a dork. Only dorks wear their sweatshirts zipped up. Haha, Dork.

My old apartment smells funny and know when we move out we're going to find something dead. Its all Adam's fault.

Revenge is Bitter when on a Plate

I am getting a cat.

I am also getting very very angry at people and it will eventually spill out somewhere, most likely on Adam.

The management company in my hopefully new place called my office to verify employment. Thats a good thing? Right?

I miss some friends that I have on the east coast, like Rory, Natalie and now Mike. These people were so like me, non judgemental, whiny, and didnt cling to you every second.

Im not sure why I am mean for telling someone that Im not available all the time. I guess I'm just mean. I never thought of myself as a mean person but everyday I seem to be growing into a monster (in other people's eyes). Im a gentle soul who most of the time is lost. Maybe that part of me is lost because of my size, and my stubborness. Can't I be strong willed, yet vunerable? I guess not.

Its been a awhile, I know, but its hard to write at work. And its not like anyone reads this thing anyway.