I hate moving, I hate moving. I am utterly nervous about moving in with Ezra so soon. I SWORE I would wait at least a year before moving in with a bf and 8 months into this jazz, here I am. I love Ezra more than anything, and he is excited about having me share his digs with him, so what the hey. I have my reservations though. The fact of the matter is that I am so incredibly happy with him right now, it seems (check my record folks) that something will swing around and ruin this. I mean when i think about sharing my life with Ezra for any amount of time I get all hamster running around on a wheel feeling in my tum-tum. I love him. A lot. Yikes. It feels right. Everything that is happening right now feels right.
I need to go to a psychic.
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blarg I miss my wolffy! I wish I could've seen you at work on Sat., but instead I was in bed with a fried brain and heart.
I LOVE YOU!! call me biznatch. I think I am home from break tomory. We need to have a snuggle party.
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