For real though, I'm really okay. I'm finally starting to get stuff unpacked. I have a few things hanging on the wall and...well, my tv on an endtable which isn't really big enough for it directly across from my beat up old couch. I had to set it up somewhere and came to realize I don't actually own a "tv table". The whole place really is pretty sad looking, but I had to put the tv up so I could distract myself from the mess.
Right now my biggest concern is that I haven't found the laundry room in this building yet and my house is starting to stink. Seriously, I didn't know I could sweat like this. I mean, I've been doing martial arts for most of my life, but I have never soaked through three t-shirts in one day. I had changed one and thought I was good till Paula came over and said she wanted to take me out to dinner. I said okay, and started to walk out with her. She just stared at me like I was some kind of nut.
"What?" I asked.
"Zuri, I can see your boobies," she said.
"So what, I can see yours too, I replied.
"Yeah but this dress is supposed to look like this AND I'm wearing a bra. I am not going out with you looking or smelling like that."
"Smelling? Do I smell?" I sniffed my armpit, bad move.
Paula said she was going to help me unpack after dinner, but it was really something more like move small objects from one side of the room to the other. Then she started watching something on TV and it was all over. Next thing I knew I was waking her up off my couch. Love you Paulie.
Anyway, life goes on...
