She's leaving home...
I'm packing (if that's what you want to call it) for my business trip. I feel like such a yuppie. But I'm a slacker yuppie, because I seem to have packed mainly beer, flip flops, and jeans with holes in them. No bras, no panties, no clothes that you'd wear to anywhere important. I'm having lunch with Dimig today, because I love him and will miss him for the month that I will inhabit a cheesey little hotel room at akward hours of the day. But it's really a good business oppertunity. I'm such a redneck...I packed my own chili to take with me. Fuckin' a. The one thing that I'm really going to miss is Degrassi Jr. High...I love Canadian melodrama. And hey, I'm shallow...Sean is hot. I'm also going to miss my husband and my dog...and Kim and Tweeder. I'm starting to think this will suck...but hey...I love hotels. I guess I'd better go pack for real...I leave in a few hours. I'm such a fucking slacker. Or maybe the oxycontin is just kicking in. Whatever.