I'ma smrt 'un

Good idea, Jill. Go ride horses the day before you pack up and move. Fuck, I shouldn't be this sore. But the combination of moving and riding a horse after not having been on one for a long time has me a little sore in the ass, thighs, and lower back. All I have to say is, I think I prefer English.

So yes, my stupid pride and determination to do everything myself is going to lay me up. I probably won't be able to walk by tomorrow morning. Sweet. I kinda like pushing myself like this.

The last time I did this, packed up and left in one day...yes, I crashed last night at around 3am, was when I left Ryan. Left him in the most assholish of ways to pay him back. He left for a animators convention in Florida and while he was gone, I moved out. He had No. Fucking. Clue. Of course, to make things interesting, he called me and told me he was coming home early...the next day. I scrambled to get the truck pack everything and get the hell out. Boo and I missed his return by about a half an hour. I'm no adrenaline junky, but the pressure moves me. Then he proceeded to try and get me back and generally bug me for 2 years after. Wee hoo. Anyway, the point is, that fucking truck is huge and I hope I can put the car on the tow dolly correctly so that I don't lose the hulking piece of non-working shit. I'm not really that bitter...I'm just tired, hungry...and lonely.
I can do this. I've done it before.

I'm sorry I haven't responded to anyone's comments really. But I do read them and I do appreciate them. Maybe I'll post something from Vegas tomorrow...we'll see. If not, I'll see you kids in, hopefully, a little less than a week.

Over and out, yo'.