Pizza, tada!!

Something tempts me to say that it wasn't me that posted the last entry here. No, that was a very tired, very drunk version of Holly. Drunk in a non-alcohol-induced way, of course.

Anywho.

Moving out = bleh. But I'm done moving out of my apartment and almost done with unpacking, and the new living situation has promise. I will be doing a lot of running errands, and a lot of picking things and people up, but spending a lot of quality time with my dad, my stepmom, and my little sister. Just like last fall, except a more grown-up, Matt-less, wheat-free me. Oh yeah, I'm apparently allergic to wheat too, just like my sister. See, Jenna? Even my intestines think you're so cool they want to be like your intestines.

I've been in a somewhat vindictive mood the past few days in regards to the male species. I've become very "Ummm, yeah. Whatever." The effects have been quite interesting. Stay away long enough, act/be only mildly interested, and tada! you get 3 phone calls in one day, two of which were answered and about 10 minutes long, one of which resulted in an interesting voicemail. Now keep in mind, this is a situation that in the past 2 months, there have been maybe 5 phone calls made just to chat. Total. And then 3 in one day? Part of me says, "wtf mates?!?!?" and the other part says, "Muahahhahha." The evil cackle is definitely the majority. Majority rules.

So, in hopes of actually waking up and getting to work on time tomorrow, I'm going to go sleep on my big giant bed, on the newly fluffed 5-inch featherbed mattress topper with like 5 thick quilts on top of that, with a perfectly temperatured blanket on top of me, with literally 15 pillows around me. Oh, and a cat that comes and goes.

Promise indeed.
(can "temperatured" be a word, just for today?)



Best. Quote. Ever: in regards to a certain someone who shall remain bumface nameless, who walked in to the apartment with two boxes of Little Caesar's hot-n-ready pizza.. "Pizza, tada!! Hot and ready. Like my body."