The other night after a long trail ride I found a squashed bug between my bra and my boob. Amused, I thought, hey.. there could be worse ways to die. Then I freaked out a little bit because it was a bug.

Now, a few days afterwards, the area itches like hell. I think the fucker bit me before it died by boobage.

So, I took the day off today and packed a bunch of my stuff and moved it to the new place. My clothes, all my dishes, pots, pans, and utensils, most of my food, bathroom stuff, and the rest of my linens. Basically all that's left is a few refrigerated items (not much because I haven't been grocery shopping), my bed, my desk/computer, and bedroom and living room furniture. I'm not sure what I'm going to do for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow morning. I have cereal which I could do for both meals, but all I have to eat it with would be big plastic cups. And I think the only plastic utensils I have are forks. hrm. I do have my microwave, so popcorn may be on the menu as well. Oh! And I have starbucks lowfat latte ice cream.. but if I have that I'll have to eat it with a fork as well.

Anyways, random musings. Maybe I should order something.

In the afternoon I spent a few hours at the dog park with China, since she's kind of freaking out about the chaos of moving these past few days. She's very concerned I'm going to leave her so whenever she gets outside, she runs over to the truck and won't leave it until I go and physically get her to come back inside. Anyways, I ran into this old lady I mentioned a while back who wants desperately to set me up with her son. She's a sweet old lady with good intentions, but she smells a bit like dog pee and cigarettes.. and I think today she was a little sauced. Her son apparently has yellow fever and she's very intent on setting him up with me. Guys with asian fetishes freak me out. Anyways, she wanted me to give her my cell number to give to her son. I was hesitant on doing that.. for obvious reasons. But I couldn't totally blow off the old lady, so I gave her my email. At least then I can say I didn't recieve the email letter because of uhhh... net problems. Yeah, that's it.