It seems, while I was slumbering peacefully, my Lovie did some remodelling. I like it.
Anyway, I woke up curious this morning. Why is it that the people I love move away so often? First Lovie to Hawaii (which is like the other side of the world) and now Ken, to Chicago (which is cold and windy….yuck). I am sad about these events, but I understand why they had to happen. Sadly, there are things in the world that are bigger and more important than me (don’t ask me to confirm this when I am drunk).
I am still looking for a job. I had a neat interview yesterday, and they asked for a second interview when I get back from Missouri.
Speaking of Missouri. I am pretty sure I am weirded out by the idea of staying with Ken’s parents/brother for a whole week. I find this odd, because I really liked them over christmas (I even got drunk off wine with his mom). We’ve stayed with his grandparents a few times during trips to NY. But, for some reason staying with his family seems weird. Maybe I’m just being weird.
In other boneheaded news, I lost my nose ring yesterday. I took it out for aforementioned interview, and lost it in my car. I stopped at the mall to replace it. I got the wrong gauge replacement. I spent an hour yesterday in my bathroom with an ice cube trying to get an 18 gauge stud in a hole that previously contained a 20 gauge screw. Its tiny, its pink, it will stay there forever. Or atleast until my nose stops hurting.
I think I’ve written enough for today. <3
