i quit my job a week or two ago. did put in the two weeks notice and worked up through that, though. i've got an application for a daycare, but it's not going to be taken back until after my first appointment, two weeks from yesterday.
the woman on the phone said september 11th. i predicted the 12th, actually. five more months, guys. five. oh, yeah. went and got the vitamins. been eating healthily and drinking lots of water, no worries.
i'm just concerned that chad isn't going to find that lawyer within a week. shit. it's a week from today.
tonight is one of my "this-is-what-i-want-to-do-with-my-life" nights. it all comes back to plants. i really considered doing something with children, but they can be loud. needless to say, this summer is going to have one hell of a garden.
i can't wait to be able to go swimming. it's generally warm [though windy] during the day, but at night it's bitter cold. like an effing desert. i don't have a suit, though.
i've started cooking by myself. nothing crazy, just stuff like spaghetti and potato salad.
guys, i really need your help. this computer is completely empty of music. i'm going to sign onto aim. [frolickering] please send me music. plz.
dude, if it is the 12th, you have to name him (or her) after me. i mean, you should anyway, but everyone born on september 12 must be named daniel. its the law.
come online, ho. i'll let you steal my music. and we can converse as well, and it will be fun
come online, ho. i'll let you steal my music. and we can converse as well, and it will be fun
I do miss you, though. ;_;
agreed. if i knew when a good time to call you would be, i would.