Right now my apartment is blissfully quiet. The only sounds are my typing and the fan. Even though its cold and cloudy out, we live above the laundry room and the heat drifts upward causing year-round summer in the master of apartment 223. Bing is sleeping next to me in bed and Danny's...somewhere, leaving me to relax. Relax...because my life is so hard. My goals today were to shower and obtain a delicious chicken sandwich from The Counter and I did both before noon. I'm over the America's Next Top Model reruns and now I've turned to the internet to suck some hours out of my day.
While switching between Perez and Facebook, I find myself a tiny bit anxious, though. I'm not entirely sure why. I know I'm trying to work towards a few goals and I guess I'm unsure if I'm making any progress. One: the Disneyland Half. I'm running, but I can be running more. I really think I need guidance, so if anyone can offer any I'm all ears (quick thanks to Allison, you've helped get me started). Two: geography. Danny and I can't seem to agree of where we are going to settle ourselves for the next thirty years. I am unwilling to commit. Besides Danny and hearing the sound of my own voice, change is my favorite thing. So the idea of buying a house to live in forever is terrifying to me. Three: there's litter everywhere. I love Bingers to death, but seriously? I clean the bathroom (where his litterbox is) everyday and Danny vacuums the apartment all the time and enough is enough. My OCD is on "threat level midnight" (haha, Office), but one look at his tiny orange face and i would swim in that litter if he needed me to. Indoor cat owners: how do you deal?
Anyway, its like a bajillion degrees in here and I have half a chicken sandwich with my name all over it...if Danny hasn't gotten there first. Next post should be birthday pubcrawl ughmazingness...but if not, I'll try to come up with something better than litter. Try, not promise, mind you.
With that, I'll leave you with cuteness.
