Sexy man! Sexy man. Go Kelly, you little, dirty girl. Yeah. And that’s all I have to say about American Idol. Oh, and that song, the one they wrote for it, sucks. That’s all there is to it. It sucks. Last night we talked to James. Still waiting to find out what happens in the next few weeks. I don’t really want to think about it, but I must. Oh well, I will wait to later. (Put it off. Put it off). I don’t have much to say, as usual. I am leaving very soon. Kinda freaky. Living out of a suitcase for a while. We’ll see. And I still have my job here. YAYA! I mean, they have no desire to walk me out without pay. So that’s nice. You just never know. Never know.
Everything is going to be just fine.
Although you STILL haven’t come to visit me. :: crying ::
How did this entire summer get away from us?
See, now you? I’m not worried about seeing you… my entire family lives in Jersey. I am there often. You’ll be tired of me before you know it, babe. :)
Don’t try to make me feel better!
:: runs away, sniffling ::
hee hee. I can’t wait to come to D.C. to visit.
So….I just got the new online Ikea catalog, and hopefully you did too. Now, if your job is cool enough in DC, you can junk your old furniture and go redecorate your new place? See? It’ll be phun. Well, in my dreamworld, that’s what I would do. Have you checked out the kitchen’s in there lately?!
I have not. No. But Toby found out yesterday that he has a 1000 dollar credit at Ikea. WOOP! So yes, we’ll be hittin up the local Ikea.
the local ikea is a drive.. and always teeming with human FILTH (and that cinamon flavor they pump in with the feel good O2). better to move on up to catalog living, fully automated and delivered to your door!
ikea may be a trip (i’ve only been to the one in whitemarsh, north of b-more) but it does this: