i'm living with mom and dad.
for at least 6 months.
yes. that's right.
i'm a winner.
living the life of luxury with the parents.
good times, noodle salad.
so far so good.
it's been 2 days.
oh, and i have my cat back.
the fattest fatty cat. he's had an exciting social life while i've been away... and has been ridiculously spoiled.
i figure he has the right idea. i'm joining him.
although, both of us need to go on a diet.
i'm dreading all the people i'll have to tell the same schpeal to re: my trip away and what i'm doing with my life now.
i think i should just have a newsletter. i always feel like i'm explaining myself to people.
also - watching all the world vision commercials on my parents big screen t.v.
as alanis would say... isn't it ironic?
i miss my toronto friends. i'll visit. and you should all come visit me and stay with my parents and we can drink good wine and participate in mountain snow sports. or just drink good wine. but the mountain snow sports include ogling cute australian boys up at the ski hill.
take your pick.
i predict a mental break down in just under a month.
3-2-1 take off!