Moving on. and out.

I don't want this to just be a blog all about how great Josh is. Because even though I gush about it in my head all the way to work and all the way home even for me it gets a little annoying.

But holy shit my boyfriend is fucking amazing! We have an apartment! Three bedroom two bathroom and the kitchen has black and white squares on the floor.

Josh picked me up from work and before I had to be at the diner we raced to go look at two places. He leaned against the wall as I walked around each one. At the second one he leaned against a door and when I asked him to move over so I could open it, he didn't and said it was just a small closet. That's the place I picked based on liking the kitchen floor and that it was sunnier. The door Josh was leaning against turned out to be a bedroom and not a closet, which he didn't tell me until after I'd picked it.

We move next week. As we walked out Josh told me I picked the apartment he'd picked in his head. I am so, so relieved this is decided.

Breakfast: slice of toast with peanut butter, two plums
Snack: fruit salad
Lunch: slice of pizza, chocolate italian ices
Snack: two hershey kisses
Dinner: shrimp salad