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06.23.03 :: 9:28 am
There is never any need for anyone to ever feel sorry for me or feel bad that my relationship went down the shitter because I have scored the most fantabulistic apartment in Brooklyn. I'm unpacked (in record time) and I'm on Day 1 of the new life. The ex and I actually had a pretty good time moving me in, if that's at all possible, but it is a testament to how well we work together as friends. He had us laughing through the ordeal and the rain and that's what's good. And what else is good is that my bedroom faces the daytime sun. And that even though my first night there I got a little sad getting into bed, I woke up feeling just fine this morning. This is going to be my summer, I can just tell. Those who want to follow what may or may not happen with me from here on out, you know the password. Everyone else, it's been keen, you've been a relatively lovely bunch, nice working with you, take care, don't do anything I wouldn't do and etc. This is disconnect. |