Time Must Go FastER

I am moving to Quincy. Yeah, I said it, Quincy. I cannot wait to move out. Let me repeat that. I cannot wait to move out. Eh, one more time, but with the F-bomb. I cannot fucking wait to move the fuck out. There we go. As many of you know, my current situation is less than ideal. I'd rather have a vise-grip tightened around my face for a year than to renew my lease. So, I didn't. I think the current roommate would understand that I am moving out since I speak to my Sulu magnet more times that I do him. Anyway, I am moving out.

So, where does The [insert nickname here if I had one] go to? xB-man had an opening in his place, and I snagged it. Ok, not my ideal situation, but my ideal situation has me married to Ali Landy AND Maria Sharpova (you need a tennis player, just need one) as well as houses all over the world and me in a Ferrari. Anyway, that is not the case. I have a better chance of winning a Stanley Cup with no NHL season than I do of getting any of the things listed above. Back to the move. I will be moving into a top floor of a house which includes a kitchen and bathroom amongst a bedroom and the others... Good. Basically, I can call it 'my own place.' So, I am happy with that.

So, as I said before, I cannot wait to move. Moving in with normal human beings is clutch in life. I feel like I am in the surreal life house right now, living with Steve Urkel/Corky. Ok, that was mean, but I have an edge to me this last month.

Keep it real...