So I have a million things to talk about but the most immediate thing is the most uninteresting for you but too bad. We had to move out by the end of the month because of the renovation to the apartments. We currently live in a two bedroom, two bathroom, second floor apartment with sucky a/c, no w/d, and five fucking cats, two of which were abandoned by other tenants and are the worst of the bunch. I’ve been stressing and stressing and you wouldn’t know by looking at me. I really bottle up my problems whether it’s stress or anger. Two weeks left, nothing’s packed at all, and my mom sees an ad in the paper. I rush before work to turn in the applications and see the apartment myself last Friday and wow. Third floor, not good for moving as the stairs are narrow but inside the building, little safer. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, biiiig living room, small ass w/d but at least my sister has no excuse to steal my clothes, kitchen slightly bigger, huge balcony and from the balcony we can go to the roof next door. We can sunbathe nude, wahoo!! My left arm is so very very dark. My right arm is a little more than half dark, but then my tummy is white. Stupid driving. It’s only $45 more than what we’re paying now although there is a cat fee. And right behind the buildings is this little grassy knoll with huge beautiful trees and then a short little walk to a stream. Ooooooooooh so nice.

So now we have to get more boxes, move some of the small stuff in and on Saturday, Kristin’s friend Richard and my friend Richard and boyo Nick will come help move the big stuff. But god, I hate moving. We have sooooo much crap.

Ahhhhhh but it’s wonderful, such a wonderful place, I think I’m in love!