Do I go through this every summer? I don’t have the intestinal fortitude to go through the archives and find out. But things here are pretty blah. I haven’t been traveling as much. I have a crapload of birthdays coming up. And my sense of humor apparently went south around the time I really truly, no freaking joke, my salary, my future depends on it, deadline for my dissertation.

I think I am going to be MIA for a while. Until the funny, sarcastic me decides to reappear.

God. I suck at lying. Why do I have to suck at it?

I AM MOVING! After two years of living in the same shit hole place – I am moving! My greedy greedy landlord decided to raise the rent on my crappy crappy apartment. I have been thinking of moving for a few months now, but with the raise in rent it was a no brainer.

I am moving to Midtown Sacramento. There are a few things that I will be sacrificing for the new move:
1. A permanent parking space for my cute little car.
2. Approximately 500 square feet of living space.

The pros totally outweigh the above cons however. There are entirely way too many to list, but the number one reason is that I will be living in a brand new place. And by brand new I mean still being built as of today new. No more 300 bucks for electric.

I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am to purge and move. The Salvation Army is not even going to know what hit them after I get everything together I want to get rid of.

I hate dreaming about work. Because then it is like you NEVER get a break. This is one reason why I look forward to graduate school being over. Hopefully I won’t have any more dreams about it.

I hate dreaming about the Big A. He has been out of my life for longer than he was in it and I wish that he wasn’t stuck in some backspace in my brain.

I hate dreaming about Tester too. For the same reason I hate dreaming about the big A.

First –

Someone in this household suggested that they wanted to go to the beach. So someone else asked their friend who is in from Oregon if he would like to go to the coast, come over for dinner and have drinks tonight. Then someone invited a few other people over dinner. Then the one who originally suggested going to the beach? Well, they were left at home, to clean the house for the damn party.

The retaliation?

Taking a nap and surfing the internet.

Second:

There is something distinctly funny about a husband and wife fighting over clogs. Personally, I think more men should wear clogs. But then again, what do I know?

Amalah has a cute post up that contains a video of her son laughing as one of his dolls plummets to its death.

That doll? Is the EXACT SAME DOLL as my very first doll EVAH!

Crazy.

I would have put this in her comments, but then no one would known.