first… the back story: today was my first day at my “new job”. i say “new job” because i will pretty much be doing what i’ve done every day for the past year, only under a different title and a different pay check. i was previously a contractor. now
tuesday night, brett and i finally got everything unpacked and settled into the new apartment. no more giant cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling. no more plastic bags strewn about. no more random crap everywhere. it’s a good feeling. we both decided we wanted to make this apartment look
i woke up this morning and it felt like i’d been hit by a truck. everything that could be sore… is sore. even my hands are sore. my legs look like they’ve been beaten with a stick. i don’t remember being this sore the last time i
i know i’ve stated this a few times before… BUT GIVE ME A BREAK. why in the hell is something always wrong with me physically? always. if it’s not a sinus infection, it’s my asthma. if it’s not my asthma, it’s just allergies. which inevitably
last week, i decided saturday would be my official “start packing” day. brett and i are moving into a new apartment this weekend and despite the fact that i weeded out A METRIC F*CKTON of crap, i still had a lot more crap to sift through. this collection included…