So, yeah... i'm a big, huge dork. The only reason i'm not in Champaign right now, moved into my new home alongside my sweetiepie is because i thought i had a court date on the 24th (which is a sunday ANYway, which confused me)... no, upon closer inspection, the court date is on 9/24. Jeeee-sus, do i feel... how you say... salty. If it wasn't for the fact that he found a job 2 hours into his stay, and i'm being transfered with a job all set up there, it would have been a great plan for me to stay with my job and extra week or two to make money while he looked for a job out there, but no. Nope, there was absolutely no reason why i stayed behind in this godforsaken town. The 21st is my last day at work, and i'm outtie. I am such a dorkface. You know, i would just assume that it would be the following month there would be a court date, not two months later. You know what usually happens when you assume, but i thiiink the only ass in this case is me. ANYway, YAY!!! I get to see Jonny sooner!!! 
Like i mentioned, i have a job waiting there for me. I get to keep my position as assistant manager and keep making what i'm making. My manager spoke to the supervisor about me moving and he told me that she was so excited about getting me out there that "she was ready to masturbate". I love my manager, he's so crude. I will miss that job. Won't be the same at another location.
Started to organize the rest of my crap last night to get it all moved out there. Man, what a mess. I'm not going to have room in that place for half of my stuff. I've already begun to throw/give away some of my things just to get some of it off my back. A lot of things can be condensed or manipulated or downsized in some way, but some things are just dead weight, no matter how much i love them. We're gonna hafta put up a wall full of shelves just for the things i'm not getting rid of, alone. There is next to no storage space in that place. It's not meant to be an apartment (like we're planning on using it), it's a bedroom that just happens to have a bathroom, kitchen sink, fridge, and a door to the outside. We'll figure it out, i'm sure.
We can do anything
Man, how am i ever going to get this place packed up?
Tell me a joke!!!
Like i mentioned, i have a job waiting there for me. I get to keep my position as assistant manager and keep making what i'm making. My manager spoke to the supervisor about me moving and he told me that she was so excited about getting me out there that "she was ready to masturbate". I love my manager, he's so crude. I will miss that job. Won't be the same at another location.
Started to organize the rest of my crap last night to get it all moved out there. Man, what a mess. I'm not going to have room in that place for half of my stuff. I've already begun to throw/give away some of my things just to get some of it off my back. A lot of things can be condensed or manipulated or downsized in some way, but some things are just dead weight, no matter how much i love them. We're gonna hafta put up a wall full of shelves just for the things i'm not getting rid of, alone. There is next to no storage space in that place. It's not meant to be an apartment (like we're planning on using it), it's a bedroom that just happens to have a bathroom, kitchen sink, fridge, and a door to the outside. We'll figure it out, i'm sure.
We can do anything
Man, how am i ever going to get this place packed up?
Tell me a joke!!!
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oh yeah, i don't wanna be plan B. plan B usually sucks!