I hate my job and I want a new one. Wish me luck as I continue on my job search. I'm almost moved out of the old apartment and into The Barrow. Tomorrow is my deadline. I'm happy. Life is fantastic. No . . . really. It is. I am. Andrew and I are going to New York next year, and I want something pretty on my finger before I come back. I took him home to meet the family - they loved him. School starts soon!! YES!!
