my last posting was freaky lol. that pretty much sums up my emotion on that... it's 642 am in the desert. i leave for new york in 5 days!

we had a store meeting the other day where the new managment team (that popped up out of nowhere...) promised us all these new changes. these wonderful things... i've been with the company long enough to be able to tune most of these things out, when heard... and so tracie, shell, and me were text messaging one another all thru the meeting with "kill me"'s and "make it stop, mommy!"'s... fun times.... and then shelly and i went out to dinner at bison witches again (the most awesome food!).... she cried a bit when i told her about new york, and asked if i was comming back, and i said yes for now. that this was only just the preliminarys... it was kind of sad.

the problem - or the joy - or both - of moving around is that you develop good friends in lots of different places. i pride myself to an extent on this... and i think i might've had a bit more of a wild younger years than i let myself own up to... some crazy fun there.

so, this one last hop to new york.....

such a little thing, which means so much to me... it's like the banger sisters strike back or something. older and wiser, and actually trying to do something really stupid. kick starting the beat of your heart again... because one day there's going to be an empty journal that needs to be filled... an explaination before entering the next world... family which sets down to christmas dinner and turns to you, and it's now your turn for spiked egg nog and stories...

and for some reason - i've got it in my head - that, come hell or come high water (or both, is honestly what i'm expecting..) i'm gonna have the best story!