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–verb (used without object)
1. to yearn deeply; suffer with longing; long painfully
2. to fail gradually in health or vitality from grief, regret, or longing
3. to be discontented; fret.
4. to suffer grief or regret over.
5. painful longing.

So...whats the deal. Why does a high-profile political official coming to town make it okay for everyone else to be dumber than usual.
It's contagious. It must be in the air.
I've had tips of tow trucks being involved in underground vehicle trafficking rings, suspicious door-to-door salesman wanting drugs, people who don't know their own birthdays, people who don't speak my language and don't know where they are...
One lady at an elementary school wants me to call her personally and let her know the exact second the VP is coming through town. Hello. I'm not your personal event coordinator.
AND...I've only been here for 2 hours! That is a high concentration of stupidity.
I really, really hope that nothing goes wrong with the whole Presidential motorcade procession thing. I'm not in the mood for mass chaos and dead bodies.

SONG OF THE WEEK
Seal-Kiss From A Rose

I own the car that keeps on giving.
Giving me bills that is! My heck. I just had to buy two new tires along with getting the usual inspection. This little machine is costing me a pretty penny. $178 just today!
I don't like being an adult. I suddenly have all these bills. Car payment, car insurance, rent, utilities bill, phone bill, cable bill, internet bill.
Life was much more simple when I could spend all my money on bubble gum and barbie clothes.

It came!! My iPod finally came!! Good as new too.
I'm so excited. I feel as if I've been made whole again. Like a mother stripped of her child, we've been reunited.
My music world may now continue.
(I'm going to try not to think about how much it cost me...)

So...I don't remember the last time I cleaned so much in one day.
I did not look like this girl afterwards. (Or even beforehand, for that matter.)

Cleaning a whole house is a big deal. I spent the majority of my day washing walls and baseboards. Scrubbing toilets and counters. Mopping floors and scraping nasty, nasty, unknown substances from underneath the stove.
I was informed by my landlord that a single guy lived in the apartment before us.
I believe him.
I've never seen a more gross, disgusting, under-the-stove area in my life. I tried hard not to gag. I could've fed a small country with all the food bits abandoned under there.
I'm thinking whoever lived here before dirty, single guy had kids. I kept finding little surprises wiped on the walls. Do you want to know what those surprises were?
No, you don't, but I'm going to tell you anyway. Dried boogers.
Sick. Nasty. Gross.

I rewarded myself by buying cute, new bathroom stuff. Cute huh.

I'm moving!
I'm so excited. After weeks of looking for the perfect place to live, we found it! And we got it!
I am now an official American Forkian.
I have nothing really exciting to say or share right now. No pictures, no funny moving stories...
I'll keep you updated though.

SONG OF THE WEEK
Daughtry-It's Not Over