people are people are people.

and i can't expect them to be any different.

"i'm discovering... that emily likes things to be very clean." sara said to andrea from the kitchen.

andrea nods...

sara continues her thought, "I could leave my dishes in the sink for a week and be fine... i'll get to it later... but she can't live with that."

this is very interesting to me.

my roommates would never guess that emily's mother has been lecturing her for a good chunk of her life on how leaving cups in the sink, dishes in the living room, countless pairs of shoes under the coffee table will be the deciding point between a good relationship with her roommates or husband.

JEEZE.

i mean... all those lectures and suddenly i have my own house and its like i'm a completely different kid.

i am CLEAN.

like... really clean.

...and sara is not.

so:

1. my roommates need to shape up and get this whole house in ship shape condition or imma' jump ship.

2. that was ridiculous.

3. haha mom.

4. its 2:45 and i have been cleaning the kitchen for the past 3 hours.

5. sara is getting married this summer WAT?!

6. i found a new way to do my hair and it rocks.

7. molly, cara and i are entering the mural contest for WINN and we will winn.

i need to quit with the puns and spelling things and alliterations.

its out of control....

oh and thats right... you heard me correctly... one of my roommates is getting married this summer...

andrea told me tonight.

apparently sara didn't deem me as important enough to tell... which is fine... cause i wouldn't either.. haha

but that is so weird.

she knows the person she's going to be BURIED next to.

just another nail in the coffin.

ill tell you this...

when i pick my coffin it'll be a damn good one.... i refuse to settle.

WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT!?

that metaphor is ridiculous.

i'm comparing my husband to a coffin.... how insulting.