Wow. Wow. Wow. Where do I begin? I’ve moved to
another city. So much has changed. Sometimes I don’t recognize that girl in the
mirror anymore. I bought Folgers to economize?????? Sometimes I drink beer
instead of a fruity cocktail, and furthermore, I've gained more than a few
(still look mostly the same, but that could be a bit of the recognition/mirror
issue?) (Is that because of the beer?). I’ve met some amazing people who have
changed my life, one of which was featured in its own post “They met online.”
If you haven’t read it yet, you should really consider checking that out. It’s
a whirlwind of emotions, so don’t forget that Kleenex.
Not everything has panned out the way I
planned. I originally planned on shouting, "Take me to the jazz!!!” to a driver upon my airport arrival; but,
things didn’t really work out the way I’d planned. Instead, the shouting was
directed towards an older couple as I argued about the amount of luggage I’d
packed. Didn’t they know I was moving??????!!!
They did not offer me a ride.
I didn’t give up on the jazz though and have
been to a few concert so far, one of which I haggled an 80 year old board
member of a jazz club for his business card in order to email him my
qualifications to be the club secretary. Simultaneously, I was also staring
uncomfortably intently at one of the band members. The stare was made worse as I
was also sitting uncomfortably close to him.
I have not heard back about this position.
In other news: I just unzipped my high-waisted
pants because I consumed too much butter.
Well guys, the rest of your life starts NOW, so
go start livin it!!!!!
La vida loca.
I’m outy.
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