oh, blog. bloggity blog blog. i've missed you this week. i been busy over here. but i still love you, baby. tommy's taking good care of you. posting pictures of his belt and whatnot. it's great. and nobody ever leaves racist ass comments here. i love you, commenters. zunta blog readers: not racist. good job, guys.

it's been a weird couple of weeks. moving is starting to hit me a little bit more. i'm ready to do it, yet can't quite get ready to totally do it due to work and timing, so i feel like i'm caught in flux. it's strange. i don't really like it. i want to be here, fully, or i want to be doing something, going somewhere. i'm just in between right now. and as a result, blogging moody posts on a friday night. i thought about going out tonight, but tommy is reading HP, and i'm tired after a farewell work happy hour (which was totally sweet; my coworkers bought me one of those ipod base speaker thingamajigs as a going away present. they're awesome. they also made me drink 15 vodka tonics. not so awesome. but still kinda awesome).

i leave work august 12. i have about a month before heading to chicago after that, and i'm not sure what i'm going to do with myself. hopefully, a lot of running. hopefully a lot of meat-eating and beer-swilling. i thought about doing a DC SOB type list, but we'll see.

it's a weird time, internet. maybe i should sign up for a livejournal account. because, what the fuck, that's what this is turning into. maybe i should go put on a hoodie and cry to conor oberst.