So, in what is likely the single happiest happening in my young life, my boyfriend  Varzen is set to move in with me today after a five day road trip across the country from Illinois. My (very first!) small, empty yet cluttered apartment here in Beaverton, OR 97005 is his destination. Well, he'd say I'm his destination. Same dealy though.

I'm exceptionally tired; I've been up all night. I spent most all of last night-to-morning, 9:45pm to about 7:55am, moving and lifting and cleaning and dealing with people working Plaid. I work at Plaid Pantry now, by the way. It's great, honestly.. I never thought of myself as a clerk before this, but it feels like it fits everything I could ask out of a first job to a surprising T. So I'm a bit tired, but still not ready for bed.

I've thrown my balls to everything I've accomplished over these past few months. It's paid off in that I've set the foundations for an adult life sturdy enough to land my lovely, lovely man of a fox without buckling one bit.. Oh, luv..~

And I'm 21 this Saturday. My mother's coming from Washington to visit and take me to dinner. We'll go to the Copper Monkey, where  doctorlombriz works, so we can use his discount and he can get me some birthday beer at the bar. And  Varzen is coming too. I..I sort of plan to come out to my mother about us. I think she's already suspicious, wouldn't disapprove, and really would want to know.. All-in-all, I'm expecting my birthday to be a memorable day.

I work again tomorrow, but I'm ok with that.. Varzen will drive me, he can meet some of my coworkers. I think they'd like to meet him~

I never had plans to fail in life. And little offends me more than the wrongly judgmental. So-called friends who would proclaim I'd never get a job. That I was a parasitic leech, mooch, opportunistic user, or who would refuse to give me any credit for any of my accomplishments. And though my recent bouts of sickness are also mocked and criticized, I had never felt weaker or been in more debilitating pain than those agonizing weeks.
Though I still kept my job searching and keeping clean-cut and going to interviews. I barely made it through the interview that landed me my job, and was throwing up in the bushes about forty seconds leaving the building after. I threw up seven times on the job during my first three days. I managed to perform well enough to keep my job though.. Kept quiet about being sick.. But eh, It was necessary. And look what it's got me. I've started a new life that's about all that I could ask for.. I love my roommate  doctorlombriz and I love my job. Beaverton is excellent. And  Varzen...<3<3<3
All of you who just wrote me off as a loser can go fall off a cliff for all I care.

*A-hem,* but I'm happy, and that's what it boils down to.. My hard work has paid off. I've been patient, always reminding myself that I'm patient, waiting for this day to come.. This is a reunion years in the making..
I love  Varzen, and got him a little surprise off Amazon. He's gonna love it. Rawr~

Yeah, I'm tired..but it's a good tired.

P.S. Plaid Pantry is a convenience store