Eeek...

[to_rei_shi]

So I have decided to move in with the man. We get along swimmingly and I've pretty much been living there for a month or so anywho, so might as well get it done and over with. Theres only one problem. I have WAY too much crap. Crap I can't seem to part with. His place is kinda tiny and I could overfill it myself twice with all my stuff. It's going to be quite snuggly. I also have to keep my storage unit which I wanted to avoid. I think maybe I'll just get a smaller one. It'll be nice to finally be out of my parents tho! Yeesh, it took long enouh... I will no longer feel like a lame ass! I just have to make sure I don't drive him nuts with all my cleaning and organization. I've already rearranged the kitchen and bathroom, so I guess continuing on with the rest wouldn't be bad ;) It's a bit more of a drive to work too which sucks, but I totally think it's worth it! I'm excited, but I really HATE moving. It's such a mess. I get stressed over nothing, and I worry about totally taking over the space. I feel kinda like a bomb being dropped on him... A scatter bomb full of clothing, dried flowers, ugly vintage things and luis royo posters. Not precisely deadly, but definitely smothering and odd.
*sigh*
I'm sure all will be well, it's just the worrywort in me.

I'm gonna miss George Carlin.... :(