I'd like to choose...how I hear the news
So it was a fabulous weekend full of all sorts of NCIS goodness and just general goodtimes. Hanging out with Chrissy and Sarah and not having to be anywhere except with other people who totally get why and how much you love NCIS was just great.
I got to chat quite a bit with _tweeter_ which was awesome. I picked up some wonderful NCIS related fun stuff that I came home and immediately packed up with last years stuff.
I'll probably go into more details later.
Tomorrow we have to go pick up a proof of income letter for my mom and if the woman that is renting the house will finally get back to me, I'm going to go see the inside of it. If not I'm running by the apartment complex we chose and am dropping off our applications, pay stubs, income verification and money and hope we get approved. Because I have just exactly two weeks to get someplace and get my stuff there.
Woo.
I can't wait until this month is over and I'm settled somewhere, preferably that house with the garage and driveway and front and back yard, as opposed to an apartment, but I'll take either.
Ryan comes up to me today (he seems to forget we're not talking) and asks me what I'm going to do with Teegan. I'm like about what? He says with moving. And I say I'm taking her with me, duh, she's my kitten and I've dropped $300 on her, I'm surely not leaving her here and I'm sure as hell not giving her to you. Freak. I would find someone much better at handling human interaction to take her before I'd give her to Ryan.
And then tomorrow I have to go to work. Woo. I have to take next weekend off, so that I can move, wherever we're moving to. I'm really tired of my life. My friends and Sal are pretty much the only good things in my life.
I'm seriously considering resigning.
Sal left his nifty laptop at my apartment, and it has wireless and is all nice and fast. And I love it. I've been on Youtube like a crazy person.
I so need to go to bed. It's like four thirty in the morning and I have so much to do tomorrow.
GUH. I swear, I'm not moving again until Sal and I get married.
I got to chat quite a bit with _tweeter_ which was awesome. I picked up some wonderful NCIS related fun stuff that I came home and immediately packed up with last years stuff.
I'll probably go into more details later.
Tomorrow we have to go pick up a proof of income letter for my mom and if the woman that is renting the house will finally get back to me, I'm going to go see the inside of it. If not I'm running by the apartment complex we chose and am dropping off our applications, pay stubs, income verification and money and hope we get approved. Because I have just exactly two weeks to get someplace and get my stuff there.
Woo.
I can't wait until this month is over and I'm settled somewhere, preferably that house with the garage and driveway and front and back yard, as opposed to an apartment, but I'll take either.
Ryan comes up to me today (he seems to forget we're not talking) and asks me what I'm going to do with Teegan. I'm like about what? He says with moving. And I say I'm taking her with me, duh, she's my kitten and I've dropped $300 on her, I'm surely not leaving her here and I'm sure as hell not giving her to you. Freak. I would find someone much better at handling human interaction to take her before I'd give her to Ryan.
And then tomorrow I have to go to work. Woo. I have to take next weekend off, so that I can move, wherever we're moving to. I'm really tired of my life. My friends and Sal are pretty much the only good things in my life.
I'm seriously considering resigning.
Sal left his nifty laptop at my apartment, and it has wireless and is all nice and fast. And I love it. I've been on Youtube like a crazy person.
I so need to go to bed. It's like four thirty in the morning and I have so much to do tomorrow.
GUH. I swear, I'm not moving again until Sal and I get married.