Why Moving Sucks...even when your man is out of jail

Life is hard. And you'd think that now that my man is out of jail, I'd be leaping for joy every day, but alas!!! I still have boxes to unpack and my bedroom still hasn't been painted. I was going to paint it today, but I decided to take a nap. I'm very ambitious.

And now that I have my very own home, I don't get free local channels via the complex dish - oh no! I don't even have ANY TV!!! I'm so depressed, it's hard for me to get up in the morning.

I have a mexican blanket covering my sliding glass door because I haven't had time to go get curtains. Why haven't I had time??

Oh, well between, helping my brother find a very expensive hole in the wall to live in whilst attending UCLA, actually starting to work again, and tending to my-man-out-of-jail, house-fixing-up time has been hard to come by.

And on that note, remember how I briefly mentioned a couple of posts ago that there were some advantages to your man being in jail?? One of those advantages is that you have lots of time to yourself. Now, please, please don't get me wrong...I'd never want him to go back...but tending to your man takes a lot of time. As it turns out, men have needs! Who knew?!

Anywhoodle, now that school's about to be back in session, I'll do my darndest to be way more dedicated to you all and give you lots of stories about my elementary school teaching mishaps. Can you hardly wait?

This ALWAYS Happens!!

So, I've been spending the whole summer lying around on my big, fat rear and now, all of a sudden, I'm so overwhelmed, I wish I could assume the fetal position for about 3 months.

You see, until early Tuesday morning, I was moving into a new condo (which I purchased all by my fabulous self). I was up until 1 am. At 4 am, my brother and I left to fly to L.A. so that I can help him find a place to live up here whilst he attends UCLA. We thought that we could just come here and take public transit everywhere like you do in New York....but we were WAY off. Also, we're staying in Venice Beach and the hostel we're sleeping in reminds me a lot of the "Happiness Hotel" in The Muppets Take Manhattan. Seriously.

I'll be back soon, so do not fret! Oh, and did I mention that my man is out of jail?? For reals! I'll have lots to tell....very, very soon. And you can take that to the bank! (But not my bank, because there's no money in my account. Try Forky's.)

All my love,
Queen III