My Month in 402 Words or Less. And yes, I counted. Actually, that's a lie, because WordPress counts for me. Still, it's the thought that counts.

I was about to type something completely inappropriate and involving the N word here, but aren’t we glad I stopped me?

I haven’t “blogged” yet, even though I promised to immediately post-test because, well, quite frankly, I’m lazy. And I re-found Stuff White People Like, which, also quite frankly, is more interesting than you.

There, now that I got that off my chest. Well, well. What’s been up? (It’s like I’m talking to myself.)

Let’s do a list of completely unrelated things! Everyone loves those!

*June 1: Finally found an apartment, signed the lease and gave my landlord both my firstborn and secondborn for the deposit and first month’s rent. Wondering how many tricks I will have to turn to remain in my apartment more than a month. The Boy also moved. He is also turning tricks.

*June 4: Broke down and bough the Sims 3. Kept it in my car until…

*June 5: Friday, where I declared myself over-studied and took a break making Sims that looked like Death Note characters, celebrities and Boys I Like.

*June 6: Studied.

*June 7: Cried. Gave up studying. Started revamping my resume, after assuring myself  I would be fired the next day.

*June 8: Test day. Passed. Went home, played Sims 3.

*June 9 – 12: Scrambled to finish packing and moving over the small things. Did so. (Barely.)

*June 13: Big move day. We had the old place emptied, truck packed, truck driven to the new place and unloaded within 3.5 hours. My dad and I?  Ninja movers. It’s been proven.

*June 14: I ain’t did shit. Y’all, I was tired. I had a very stressful first-two-weeks of June.

*June 15 – now: Finished (mostly) unpacking, had a minor electricity catastrophe (wherein my apartment tried to kill me – news at 11!,) discovered vile, putrid, disgusting things known as “banana ice pops” and generally engaged in some all-around tomfoolery.

Pretty much, life is kicking ass right now. You can bet your pretty little asses I’m knocking on all sorts of wood right now. As I type. One, I’m superstitious and two, I’m talented.

Coming shortly: a post about the one year anniversary of the Flood. Yes, I know. Old news and annoying, but it was epic and important to me, so just freaking deal, alright? Geez. And a post about my epic (this is my word today) adventures frolicking through Craigslist.