On the move

Okay, so I've been avoiding posting here for awhile in order to get myself together. But, I'm slowly getting everything packed up and prepping the dogs because... I'M MOVING AGAIN! Of course I'm going back to Boston. I have to finish school and from there, who knows.

So I quit my job, I re-enrolled in school, and I have packed (mostly). Oh yeah, and I leave tomorrow. Unemployment has already begun again, but I have an interview on Tuesday so things may go smoother this time around.

I'll be back with more updates once I get myself moved into my new apartment and get the dogs situated.

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Cognitive dissonance

Whenever I feel as though I've made a mistake, or done something I shouldn't have done, there is always this accompanying feeling of dissonance. It's a feeling I have trouble shaking; it seems to linger in the back on my mind, no matter how hard I try to push it away or convince myself it's not a big deal. Most likely, it's not a big deal, but there is a possibility that it could turn into something of a big deal, a problem, even.

My solution? Eat candy, watch Sex & the City, and smoke cigarettes. Tomorrow will be better.

Vagueness

As it tends to go, my situation has changed once again. After a mild freak out yesterday, I have a skeleton of a plan in place to move again. The wheels have been put into motion, as they say. So, I guess now it's just time to keep things moving and figure out a way to do this. If there is one thing I am good at, it is moving at the drop of a hat. So, it's time to harness that strange skill and put it to work again. Wish me luck!

Made it!

My birthday has come and gone, along with it came the flu. I'll return once I don't feel like dying.

The day has come...

I turn 30 tomorrow! Holy crap! When did that happen? More on this later, I'm so tired I need to get my butt into bed (at 6pm...)

Fried.

After work this afternoon, I came home to nap for an hour. That hour turned into three. What I didn't expect was to lie in bed for another hour wondering if the fucked up dream I just had was actually true. So in an effort to calm my overactive, insanity laden brain, I sent out a text to my exboyfriend confirming that he is still alive. It was that crazy of a dream.

I now also get to take the title of most insane ex ever. Thank you, thank you. I'm happy to accept this award on behalf of all nutty women on the east coast. So not only did I send a text making sure he is still alive, I proceeded to ramble on about my dream. Most people shouldn't text while drinking; I shouldn't text while waking up.

I'm hoping everyone else had a great opportunity to make an ass out of themselves today!