Preparedness

I don't think I've been prepared for anything in my life and I'm definitely not prepared for moving on Wednesday. My tiny one bedroom is chock full of shit. I'm going to try to make this move as temporary as possible.

I don't own any Jason Mraz albums or anything, but whenever I hear him on the radio or whatever, I can't help but bob my head around and do a goofy dance (Helen Cooper can back me up on this). I don't think I will ever get over my tiny crush on pop music.

I'm going to a going away party for someone I don't know today with my mom.

As much as I really don't want to move out and start spending money again, I am sort of excited to have a little bit of my own space. Or, I guess better said, I'm more excited to not have to report back to anyone if I don't come home at night. And! I'll have the convenience of being able to walk anywhere I need to go downtown. I miss that about Lincoln.

Things with The Dreamy Boy never went anywhere. I think I've finally laid it to rest. Until he looks at me again, anyway.

Does anyone else hate that its already August? Where the fuck did summer go?