we pace it like veterans

things in life, change rapidly.
while i was quitting today, mark interuppted and tried to turn it into him firing me.
bullshit. we all know i wanted to quit the day hannah got sick.
so, i quit…then i ask if i can go home early…and they agree.
so as of may 4th, i’m outta here.
quite the adjustment. i’ll be floating around mt. pleasant till my job starts on June 10th. should probably call CG now. get some work lined up.
the hardest part about three weeks till M-day. move day….is that its too long to stay here, but not long enough to get my affairs in order.
the night i get into Chicago should be interesting. I’m staying with a friend from highschool who is a boy, and he is driving me home the next day….
but the best part is that we have co-purchased a bottle of absinthe for the occasion. and the most difficult part is that i will have gone twenty weeks without sex by this time…
poor friend, me drunk and desperate. he will never know what shoved him in the bathroom and raped him. sigh…
well maybe thats not the case. i have a feeling that the hotness vibes are mutual.
when i get home, i’m excited to touch my things. my yearbooks, my couch, my cats, my friends, my everything. i feel like i’ve been locked away for months.
em and mark ragged on me for not taking advantage of my surroundings. i guess i was just toooo frugal for their standards. whatever it is…sigh. i feel like i’ve seen and met enough. no one here was simple and easy. i was so bored with the decoding.
i’m not tired, it’s 2am…
way to much going on in my little head.
thank god for michigan. i love thee so.

ma’am