December 2009
8 posts
In regards to a few posts ago:
Landlord, thank you.
Broker, good job.
Ex-Girlfriend, you came back.
Family, we’re working on it.
Friend, what if turned into “if only.”
I’m an idiot.
Dear Landlord, let us move in with the dog.
Dear Broker, convince the landlord.
Dear Ex-Girlfriend, don’t come back.
Dear Family, get well soon.
Dear Friend, what if?
Despite finding out I won’t be moving tomorrow, I had a nice evening.
And I’m trying not to think about how strange it is I don’t feel much towards the news of not moving. Maybe I’m just so used to it.
I cannot stress my sleepiness, nor how little I have packed though I’m moving in two days.
