See You Next Tuesday

I can't wait to get a welcome to your new home catalog. Do you think they'll send one if the house you're moving into is 5 months behind on the mortgage and on the brink of foreclosure? Just a question.

Sometimes I feel like my life is a movie, not an oscar winning movie, more like I badly lit want to be comedy where the audience spends more time with their hands covering their faces with embarrassment for the characters than laughing with or at them. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to see where the newest addition to this low budget film takes us... Because as our loverly friends see it I have a few choices... 

I will either:

A. Fall in love with some unwashed miscreant in Oregon and get knocked up. 

B. Hate life living back with the fam and move back in a month.

C. Meet and Marry Rudy Fernandez of the Portland Trail Blazers (a girl can dream) 

D. Become and unwashed Oregon miscreant and start wearing Crocs, Pooka Shells and Aeropostale.

or

E. Save up the money I need to, regroup and move back, live comfortably and enjoy my twenties. (My choice) 

Stay tuned, this should be interesting. 

xoxxo

Smash