and we’re not sorry, no

Today at the bus-stop a man told me I was gorgeous and that I had better have a boyfriend that treats me right. Because apparently I’m too gorgeous not to. Well, shucks, man-at-bus-stop. Thanks.

     In other today-type news we still have not moved. STILL. Am I aggrivated? Not really. I don’t think moving in the dark is such a smart idea anyway. And it’s cold.

     Chad is talking to Keli on the phone a lot and laughing and I’m feeling a little jealous; jealous caught between wanting to speak to Keli and have her tell me things that make me laugh, and knowing Chad will be leaving very soon to live with her.

     It feels so nice to be warm. Now if only I could get a decent dinner…