I’m moving again.
::Insert groaning and complaining here::
Not my groaning but my friends’ groaning: “Again? Didn’t you just move? My address book has no space left under your name. Who the hell is Blarney? What about Kiefer? I thought you were going to buy a house.”
I’ll do my best to answer your questions below.
Again? Yes. It’s #1 on my 30 Before 30 list.
Didn’t you just move? No. I’ve been living in this apartment for 1 year and 6 months. That’s a record for me.
My address book has no space left under your name. Then buy a new address book. Duh. Obviously your address book should cater to my address needs.
What about Kiefer? Kiefer Sutherland is slow. He may never be ready to live together, get married, have kids, etc. So I’m not waiting for him. I am woman hear me ROAR!
I thought you were going to buy a house. I thought so, too. But you know what you need to buy a house? A huge down payment. My huge down payment is currently hanging in my closet.
Not to mention I’m having trouble reconciling the house I want with a house I can actually afford. Damn, my high standards. I want to totally bypass the starter house and go straight to my dream house (aka the My Little Pony Glitter Castle).
Me and Blarney. Blarney and Me. The Blarnster. This is going to be legend—wait for it—dary!