Monday, July 18, 2005

I think anyone who's ever spent more than thirty seconds with me is well aware that I can be a bit of a kook - and because of my innate kookiness, I need a big amount of stability in my life, because I react weirdly to stress - so, when faced with the possibility of moving out of Savannah before I've even gone through my first full tank of gas, well, let's just say that I'm not handling it well - I'm really sad, I've stopped unpacking completely, I haven't tweezed my eyebrows or shaved my legs in about forever, I'm not in the mood to eat, or sleep (my usual favorite ways to deal with stress), I haven't answered my phone in days, and I don't even feel like snarky blogging. I've tried everything to make myself feel better; retail therapy (both online and at the mall), buying wonderful food to cook in my nifty new set of pots that was a housewarming gift from my dad, even watching "Family Guy".

This.

Sucks.

Someome remind me to delete this lame-o post soon.