a little bit of drama...

never hurt anyone?

suuuure silly little wall quote in a five year olds bedroom. whatever you say. sorry g, but that was $10 not so well spent. by the looks of things, this summer could turn the land of dreams into that of dramatics. but i truly cannot begin to get into that now. seems things are running as smoothly as can be expected after the first weekend back "home" after leaving the nest in september. id give us a 7.5 out of 10.

i feel as though i need to write, if only to keep myself from creeping d's facebook for glimpses of his NEW GIRLFRIEND. but god knows i cant, what with that thought running nonstop throughout my brain. with only a few weeks to testing, my mind should be full of more useful thoughts. but instead, its like a mayhem mixtape playing on repeat. many of the tracks feature d, happy and content in his new life of love with some rando he went to high school with who may i add is really not as cute as i thought she was after scrutinizing a bazillion pictures. the bonus track features a duet, the d from our relationship and the new d - both saying the sameee things to their hunnie of choice. might as well get the man a cardboard cutout to preach to. how precious. i just cannot deal with that debacle right now. its straight up crazy, if you ask me. and more than a little depressing, considering the fact that im the one telling a whole lot of no ones i love you.

mingled into that mess, im attempting to deal with a situation i truly cant describe. maybe tomorrow? its just too much for today. as a disclaimer (i know, i know - theyre supposed to come first), i realize the total pointlessness of this post. it will probably be the first i dont even reread before posting. because i really do know how much it sucks. and i donttt have the strength to fix it, make it make sense, or even make it worth reading. so i apologize for this five minutes of your life you will never get back. i promise ill be better next time.

home sweet home?

our old apartment is available. september 1st. and the realtor posted pictures. of the gorgeous checkerboard kitchen floor that was practically impossible to clean. of the preserved mantle with the extra inlaid marble i stubbed my toe on daily. of the oversized brick archways into the kitchen that were never large enough to move furniture through. of the brand new washer/dryer that was constantly on the fritz. of the beautiful french doors on the guest room that were warped from the day they were put in. of the too long hallway. of the too small bathroom. of the loud carpet in the master bedroom. of the spacey under the stairs closet without a light. obviously i looked. at everything we could have hated but grew to love. a friend told me, probably thinking id be thrilled because i loved that place. probably not knowing that it just makes me think.

and id move back in a second...