still alive.

still no visa.

223 e. hillsdale

may 2006 - december 2007.
RIP

four more

i have been feeling completely crazy the past few days. i have no idea what to do with myself.. i don't want to pack things too early and i cannot even decide what to pack with what or how to pack them. i mostly fantasize about peter like i used to dream about justin white in the third grade. i almost feel as if we are going to meet for the first time, which is ludacris considering we are married people. see, i am going crazy.

the one person i should not be shopping for - considering i am moving and have next to no space to store my belongings - is myself. that giant, unavoidable fact aside, i have purchases some very adorable things this week. all from sal army, so it is merely recycling.. not really. anyhow, i found a black wool sweater dress and purple 60s dress with crazy puff sleeves that only sounds ugly. i cannot wait to wear them for petey. yay peter is coming home! wooo only four days. i should probably shave my legs and remove the toe nail polish i have had on since rachel's wedding.. sounds gross and is gross.

slow sunday

i left oakland county early in the day in an attempt to beat an imaginary snow storm. since my return i have not done anything worth remembering. it has not been an eventful day.

friday was johanas' birthday and saturday was ad's. we went to a detroit derby girls roller derby match at the masonic temple. the detroit pissed-off's won. it was an awkward but fun crowd that included many drunk men and babies. i served as designated driver and thoroughly enjoyed the show. there was a lot of e&j and canadian mist consumed..

on the way back from southfield early sunday morning i got lost in farmington/west bloomfield. not only was it dark, wet and deer country, but i kept seeing stealthy cops.. i was tempted to pull over and ask one of them for directions, but i eventually managed to find long lake road and made it home after a 50 minutes of nonsense lost driving. i cannot wait to be dependent on public transportation.

i have a sick kitty. she peed ON the tv. i wasn't angry, just impressed. she meant business.

counting down

peter will be home in 11 days. i have six more days of work. in nine days i will be homeless-ish. thank goodness.

i spent the evening packing up the car. i am now left with very little furniture. my pots and pan reside in a box on the kitchen floor. i finally feel like i am making some progress.. but still feeling bah. just want petey to get here. and my visa/passport. and i want alice to stop her peeing. when those things happen i think the bah feeling will subside.

goodnight.