'splainin

a little bit of explaining is in order. the short story is that due to some miscommunications and ass-umptions, my move date has been postponed by a month.

i freaked out a little because while i was dealing with the all the who-said-whats, i had my apartment broker trying to reach me to confirm a lease signing for the weekend. cancelling the appointment would have probably meant that i would lose my deposit and would have to go through the apartment search process all over again.

but things have a way of working out and the lease signing will proceed as planned. the apartment will be vacant for a short while, allowing me to move gradually if i need to. and im being compensated for the month.

i dont mind another month here. all i ever wanted was a fixed date that i could plan by. order has been restored.

d-day..

is the end of the month.

a week ago, i wasn't as excited as i thought i should've been. which worried me a little considering its what ive been talking about ever since i left. thats changed. im excited. hopefully by tomorrow, things with the apartment i applied for should be locked in and i will be lease-signing on the weekend.

next up... packing and moving. blech.

Murphy's Law of Blogging:

If you were holding off announcing something on your blog, the minute you finally do, things will change and you will have to eat your words.

Fuck You Murphy.

where have i been?

around. the blog has totally been neglected. my stats tell me that people still stop by once in a while. i apologize for the disappointment.

so i was in miami almost two weeks ago. Will Smith sang a song about miami. I forget what its called. its all true though. never paid that much for three nights of partying or drank so much vodka in my life. i partied like a rap-star. and i partied with rap-stars. Jay-Z and Beyonce were on the dance floor at Mansion, surrounded by bodyguards while everyone around them went crazy and took lots of pictures. i didnt take any. i aint no starf*cker.

i loved the beach though. i hadnt been to the beach in years! i mean i've been to the beach but its been eons since i actually laid out on the sand or swam in the ocean. ive decided that i must make one beach trip a year. you should come too.

i returned from miami, my wallet and liver bruised, without my luggage which had been lost en route to DC, and after almost a day of sleeping, all the drinks, lack of sleep, lack of substantial food, and kissing of random women finally caught up to me and i got sick. hmmm i thought alcohol killed germs. being sick sucks. being sick when when its 80 degrees, but you're stuck at work without a lot of work sucks even more.

i got over it, with a little help from my dear friend, azithromycin. thanks buddy!