"Move the thing! And that other thing!"

Oh hurry up, coffee! Hurry up and brew! It's been too long since our last encounter, and I miss you.

Been sleeping too late and too deeply. Having interesting dreams. Yesterday's, for example, was a very lively sex dream. Today's I don't recall, but I'm sure if there had been delicious boys in it I would have.

It appears that I am moving in a matter of weeks. Ack.

Someone came and looked at my apartment, and I was sad. The fellow was totally nice, and I kinda hope he'll take it, because I've been so fond of this space that I want someone nice to be in it after me.

He measured the oven because he likes to bake cookies for himself as a way to unwind after a hard day. See?

Totally my type of human. (Before you get any ideas, he was gay.)

I started up the online dating thing again (no, that profile I posted is not the one that's up), not because I hold out any great hopes, but almost accidentally, in the process of taking a look at a different site that a friend recommended. So far I've been corresponding with two tall blue-eyed boys, and ignoring a small handful of others who appear to be sending me email completely at random. Maybe they have a "let's pester the new girl" boilerplate written out.

We shall see. It's a more earnest effort than in the last few months, simply because I'm ready to be over and done with That Crush. I mean, geez, what's the point?

I'm so scared about work I can barely keep breathing when I think about it. All my forays seem to end in "no." And there's a new apartment to pay for (with rent slightly less than this one, so it's not necessarily a bad idea), and, and, and.... See? Hyperventilating.

I like the nose piercing.

I have to pack.

Anybody got a few hundred cardboard boxes to spare?