I'm moving in 2 weeks and nothing's packed. I'm in denial that i'm actually going to move everything in my house. The toilet paper, the cleaning agents, the knives, the matchbooks, the corks with no bottles, the dried sage, the new sunglasses, the sneakers, the postcards, the extra stamps, the bathmat, the checkbook, the refrigerator magnets, and the organic butter. All of it and more. I can't wrap my mind around it.

Hap-hap-happy summer
Summer's in full swing. It's muggy now, it was simply hot yesterday, and the day before that it rained. I should be looking at an apartment right now, but i just don't want to. Yvette's fast asleep. August is looming.