… but you would not believe my week. Aside from all my pouting and crying about work, it also involves a perverted Canadian visitor, like 16 babies, a psycho friend I haven’t talked to in years calling out of the blue and asking to stay at my house for two months, and a dance crew. Yes. Two of my old neighbors/besties have started a dance crew. Uh, not a very good one. This would be the greatest post ever if I didn’t love them so much. I have to figure out a nice way to tell you how ridiculous it is.
Still crying every day. Getting there. Holy shit, I love my friends, work family and Justin so much.