3 days till freedom is over!

i start my job on monday, but i have to admit, i am READY to go back to work. there were some great things about being unemployed. . . plenty of time for cooking and sleeping, rewatching seasons of buffy, buying things on craigslist, and having time to find a new place. the negatives far outweigh the positives though- i feel sluggish and unmotivated without a schedule, and i'm sick of doing housework and unpacking. i'm like a little ADD child who absolutely has to have some kind of schedule and routine, or i just go insane. i do feel really lucky i had this whole week off to unpack and get the house semi organized. i've just been running errands this past week. this weekend we have to clean out the old place, and i'm hoping to see my sister tomorrow.
note: i HATE the yasmin commercials. WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT! hey, shut the fuck up! yasmin is just an incredibly overpriced pill that is extremely similar to other pills- there are SO many types of pills that i think it's possible to find one that works for you, without having to shell out something like $65 a pack. you may as well use the nuva ring, which clocks in around $55. thanks bush adminstration!! but basically, don't believe the hype.
2nd note: apparently from my neighborhood, i can hear lions roaring at the zoo, and seals making. . .their noises, whatever those are called.
3rd note: the kids that live in the house behind us have a fucking POOL, and i'm sick of hearing their sounds of ecstasy as they splash and play all day. i was highly annoyed to chase gabe to the fence and see three little naked boys with their faces pressed against the fence, staring at me. gross. they also decided to throw a CD and a toy over the fence. little fuckers.

listening to: "sheila take a bow", the smiths; "sara", fleetwood mac

fucking morning

i wake up from my benadryl induced haze this morning, stumble out of bed, eat my Oh's cereal. vic calls, says that our landlord packed the trashcan too much and our trash is all over the road. oh fucking great. albuquerque doesn't have actual garbage men, just these neat trucks that pick up the garbage cans, raise them into the air and dump the trash in the back of the truck. so our stupid trashcan was too heavy for the poor little fork lift thingie. fuck. i also have to do laundry and clean up some dog poo in the yard. FUCKING GREAT!!!
sorry, i am cranky. . . in happier news, we moved into our new place. it is beautiful and SO not oppressive and just a good place to be. xox

victory is mine

i will be spending the next year in a beautiful house downtown, with a huge kitchen (with a frickin dishwasher!!), 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a big sun room, big living room, a doggie door, and a big grassy yard. i am SO excited!!!