then on the way to work i discovered a certain somebody who shall remain nameless (but who FAILED in trying to fix my electronic boyfriend) had been disrespectful of my cds when he last borrowed my car and i was so filled with anger i nearly popped. instead, i had a little panic attack and realized i need to move immediately.
now i'm compiling a list of things i will need when i move, because i am poor and also because i'd rather spend my money on fun things, like strippers and blow.
so far my list is incredibly interesting things like:
pots/pansand so on. it looks like my first night in the new place (and yes, i realize this is two months away) will be me sleeping on my pile of fabric and yarn and then eating cereal from a muffin tin or a bundt pan. but i'm hoping to accumulate all those things so i can start a new list of things i want just because, like an adjustable dress form, and a spinning wheel, and a pregnant albino pygmy unicorn.
bed/sheets (seriously, i don't have a fucking bed.)
this weekend i'm taking my first burlesque class, which should prove very exciting. also, i will be digging for buried treasure, with which i will pay my ticket (maybe) and buy a giant bed for to sleep in all by my lonesome.
except with cats. and tiny baby unicorns.
who will have little safety bumpers, so they don't puncture my delicate flesh in the night.