Sign here on the dotted line...

At last, the day I loved to hate to think would never come...my two-weeks notice at Carino's. I can only half-smile at that though, cause that only means that the afternoons of bliss are approaching an end that I'm not quite ready for...tear...and the apartment I now call home soon won't be mine anymore.

I feel that this blog has made me out to seem like some sort of emo drama queen, but I guess it may really be that way. Actually, I'm really not a drama queen, but I can't help but feel emo about the fact that I have a lot of goodbye's to say in the next couple of weeks...and that kind of makes me sad. Actually it makes me sad kind of a lot. "Kind of not awesome," eh?

One good thing, is that I don't think I'm actually going to have to put the miles on my car for the trip down, because my parents want to trailer it. Which also means they're going to see the extensive damage on it from:

a) the golden retriever accident that wasn't my fault
b) the light that got stolen
c) the rust that has suddenly spread over my passenger side door

Anyways, I can always hope that a new car comes falling from the sky and lands safely in front of me with a set of keys and a title with my name on it right?

I am kind of excited to catch a lizard in Florida and keep it as my new pet, to keep my cat entertained while I'm not around. Or maybe 2...we'll see what kind of luck I have once I get down there.

Becky, pitchers of Margarita's need to be falling from the sky over the next couple weeks, and the egg-roll express should know us by first name. I bet we could even talk them into delivering...

p.s. I came pretty close to being kidnapped this past week and almost totaled a car that wasn't mine...I guess I am kinda lucky in that sense.

Long...Long...time...