Ever since I agreed to move in with my fiance and a chick he has a crush on, my friend has been ranting about how my life is NOT a Three’s Company episode. As if that’s a bad thing. As if it wouldn’t be awesome living with Jack and Chrissy (I would totally be Janet), having my meals made for me by a hot guy who respected me enough not to sleep with my roommate… I should be so lucky!
If my life was a sit-com, it wouldn’t be light and fluffy like Three’s Company. I was telling Jeremy yesterday that it will probably be more tragic and twisted like Arrested Development. I waver between feeling like everything is going to be okay, and feeling like I’ve just screwed up my life in a very monumental way.
The minute I do something embarrassing or soul-crushing, I immediately think “at least it will make a good story!”. Between my living situation (move day is Sunday), and my new job (which I feel vastly under qualified for), I am sure I will have hundreds of posts for you in the days to come!
you promised…HUNDREDS of stories :S