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So moving blows. It really blows when the space you have is far too large for the things you have. I'm going to have to go on a furniture hunting spree. Now I just need to come up with a clever outfit to wear as I go out hunting. Maybe a camo dress.
I have some good ideas for the living room which I'm going to work on with my dad over the break. Nothing is as holiday cheery as building things with your dad. He's about to get a major dose of my gayness.
I leave to go to Ft. Rucker tomorrow and I'm going to stay until next Wednesday then I'm gonna head on back this way and leave to Baton Rouge Thursday and stay until after New Years. New Years in Baton Rouge and/or New Orleans is going to both rock my socks and assassinate my insides. At least I'll have a solid four nights of party to get me lubed? Eh. I'm going to want to kill myself every morning. Yet I'm still going to do it. Go me.
Speaking of go me. I feel like a superhero as of late. The woman I've been madly in love with for over two years has recently jumped/fell into my arms and although the timing could have been better on both our parts; when really, is there a bad time for this woman to say the things she recently has? It's written all over my face. Yesterday I wore pajamas and a hoodie all day and everyone I saw told me I looked good. Amazing what that specific smile does for a person.
I have some good ideas for the living room which I'm going to work on with my dad over the break. Nothing is as holiday cheery as building things with your dad. He's about to get a major dose of my gayness.
I leave to go to Ft. Rucker tomorrow and I'm going to stay until next Wednesday then I'm gonna head on back this way and leave to Baton Rouge Thursday and stay until after New Years. New Years in Baton Rouge and/or New Orleans is going to both rock my socks and assassinate my insides. At least I'll have a solid four nights of party to get me lubed? Eh. I'm going to want to kill myself every morning. Yet I'm still going to do it. Go me.
Speaking of go me. I feel like a superhero as of late. The woman I've been madly in love with for over two years has recently jumped/fell into my arms and although the timing could have been better on both our parts; when really, is there a bad time for this woman to say the things she recently has? It's written all over my face. Yesterday I wore pajamas and a hoodie all day and everyone I saw told me I looked good. Amazing what that specific smile does for a person.