The Ghost in You

Oy.

I am feeling the summer. Having dreams of romance and all that crap.

I'm such a sap. Really.

So - I've determined that I need a cute indie rock boy to play with me this summer. How do I do this? I quit looking and just roll with it. Right?

Had a weekend of books and baseball. Ah, the way it's supposed to be.

The book swap was fantabulous. It kept me on budget for the book fair. Blew the budget at Field's though. But I have new cute black high heeled sandals that make my legs look good. I think I'm done with the summer wardrobe now.

I'm broke like no joke until the 15th. Then my previous job gets ITS HEAD OUT OF ITS ASS and pays me the money it owes me. Can I tell you how I am so happy to get out of that fiscally incompetent institution?

I'm going to blow off the mean therapist too. Can't afford to see her. She'll have to deal.

Mom gets the brace off on the 28th. Yes - only 3 more weekends in the middle of nowhere. Actually it's not that bad. We laugh a lot. My dad and sis are worthless and defensive. If you don't help - you can't bitch. That's my rule.

Found an old friend. She dumped her boy and is bringing me to the Sox/Cards series! Yay me.

Now - lets see if I really get to go to Snow Patrol on Saturday. The sister mentioned something about a friend of the boyfriend playing at Schubas...I bet she blows me off. Eh, I'm going to Jill the next night and she is my hero. And I can walk there.

Can I live on PB&J for 9 days? We will find out.