| well, at least two, but three if you count myspace. check out all that happens here in mexico on the REAL blog...
click here.
no pics of me in mexican wrestling masks, but loads of journal entries. enjoy! |
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| Please look at my new pictures by clicking on "photos." Thank you. |
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| I'm quite happy to report that everything I own is now out of my apartment and in a storage unit. Everything except for a few pairs of shoes and some clothes. And my entire bathroom. And one area rug. That's all coming with me to Tulsa. I wasn't totally sure how I was going to get everything moved out by myself - especially the big stuff down the stairs and around the corner to a truck. To my surprise, people showed up out of nowhere. Even one complete stranger showed up to CLEAN my ENTIRE apartment! A friend of a friend heard I was moving and said, "Oh, I'd like to clean her apartment." She's a professional cleaner - from California. My landlord was nothing shy of impressed when I told her I flew in a professional cleaner from California to clean the apt. I'll be reimbursed the full amount of my cleaning deposit, without a doubt. Talk about a miracle.
Okay, so my blogs are outrageously boring and I'm pretty sure nobody reads this stuff anyways. You should read my diary, though. It's way more exciting! |
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| Well, mostly no more avoidance behavior. I'm on a roll with the packing now. Ok, not really because I'm taking time to write about how I'm not getting distracted from packing. It's sort of like torture to make an extroverted person (like me) do any prolonged activity (like packing/moving) ALONE. (It's sort of funny how you have friends...until it's time to move.) I'm dying for some conversation. I know, boo hoo - my life is so hard.  Any suggestions on how I might move my couch and bed down the stairs and to the storage unit all by my 5' 1/2" self?
Until I can't take the packing any longer... |
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| I hate packing. I absolutely hate packing. And don't even get me started on actually moving. But I love blogging and xanga = my new form of avoidance behavior.
Please stay tuned for a blog in a few days entitled "Crying." Because that's exactly what I'll be doing the night before I have to be out of my apartment. |
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