bitches get stuff done

I’ve spent two nights in my new apartment and it’s oh so wonderful. I like waking up, looking out my living room window, and seeing cars driving back and forth as opposed to the other apartment, where I’d wake up to the sounds of my neighbors 14 children fighting about which fucking cartoon to watch while they’re eating their Crispy Hexagons.

Riley’s spent the last, oh, every minute since he got here doing this:

I guess picking an apartment without a balcony and without lower windows is my fault. And, yes, his hair is sticking up, because he growls at every person that walks by. This means during lunch and dinner when the thousands people working in Uptown come for lunch at the Mexican/Caribbean bistro two doors down from me, he’s seriously going to kill someone – if only we weren’t three floors up, that is.

Jenny the Former Roommate™ and I picked up the Uhaul truck at about 10:45 Saturday, and we returned it sometime between 4:30 and 5:00. I figured we made pretty good time considering there were two other apartments moving out of my old building, all sharing one elevator, and in the new apartment, I’m on the third floor (with no elevator). I had contemplating hiring movers to help me, but I didn’t, unless you count Pizza Luce as payment for my movers/BFFs. What can I say? Bitches (and Matt) get stuff done!


And Happy Birthday to Matt!

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  1. i would be doing exactly what Riley’s been doing! haha! cute!

    oh and Tina Fey ROCKED… (it inspired me to make some cash for the campaign — on my site)

    Happy Birthday Matt~!

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