You cannot escape the terror...

[synapticjava]

I think we have a place.  A nice place.  A good place.  A place we can both be on the lease at.  It's a townhouse, so the bedrooms and bathroom are upstairs, which I like.  There are only a couple things I didn't care for - it's not really big enough to have a table, but if we finangle it a bit, we can put bar stools up at the kitchen counter.  The other thing is that, as of now, we can't paint.  Which means I'm stuck with white walls for another year.  *cringe*  I think that's a form of torture - being forced to stare at nothing.  Ah well.  Frank's going tomorrow to finalize stuff, and then hopefully we can sign on Thursday and move in.

My first day of work went really well.  I think I might even be able to enjoy my job a little here.  (or maybe i'm just being optamistic)  Everyone seems really nice, and the empoloyees starting listening to me right off the bat.  It was...interesting.  Plus, Cinnamon, my manager, totally loves me.

Yup.  I'm pretty happy:)

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[(Anonymous)]

Glad to hear you like everything there. you need to send me pics of the new place. Call me this week-end, I kinda depressed and feeling old---- Wade turns 13 on Friday. Isn't it great when people actually listen and do as you ask without attitude.


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