GGGAAAAAAA!!!

Today, I have somehow acquired an interview for a job in Pittsburgh for next Monday morning, AND I have also been contacted by a girl who wants to look at my place this Friday...

This is some spooky shit ya'll. I mean, the decision to move was a week ago; with plenty of time to plan. Then we find this apartment for me on Sunday, with a deadline to move in of September 1 (unless I didn't find a roommate to replace me and a job)...and now, suddenly, I've got BOTH a job possibility AND a roommate possibility happening in the next few days!!

Holy crap my head is spinning. I feel like somebody put me on FAST FORWARD or something. Pete's consumption of a daily overdose of Diet Mountain Dew might somehow be spliced through our bodily juices, into MY brain...causing it to spin uncontrollably from all these things happening so fast...who knows.

I swear these Domly men are all together on this. It's a conspiracy! Pete is pushing me faster and faster every day, then Peter sent me a google map satellite picture of where Pete's house is...and the surrounding neighborhood. It was very spooky to see that on the internet. He is spying on me already and I'm not even gone yet!! He says he's kicking me out on this adventure and is happy for us both. I told Terry that I feel like I'm not quite READY for all this, and he said, "You're submissive you silly girl. Face it, if nobody pushed you, then you would just hem and haw and sit on the fence of indecision for several months, obsessing about moving, and NOT moving, thinking it to death, talking yourself into it, and talking yourself out of it, until the window of opportunity is suddenly gone, Pete loses his patience and dumps you, and then you'd mourn the whole thing, and go back to being a hermit all alone, lonely and miserable."

Stupid Dom's anyway. They know submissive women well, don't they. Dammit.

*insert stomping of foot and tongue sticking out*

Sooooo I said to Pete before that the magic of life is when you make a decision that the cosmos believes is GOOD, and suddenly all the details that go with it, fall somehow luckily and easily into place miraculously. I've also seen how making the WRONG decision (like I did on 9/11 to go back to Michigan) can cause the cosmos to be very angry and they send you all kinds of grief instead. So, I'm hoping this is a GOOD decision, because I'm noticing all these details falling into place...

THE IRONY: My life in DC "ended" on 9/11/01...but now, Pete is pushing me to restart a life with him, tentatively on 9/12/08. Full circle. Weird, huh? There's something more at work here than just him and me, that's for sure.

If this chick wants to move in by September 1, and if this job interview decides to hire me, then I'm gonna have to bust my butt to put in my notice at my job, stay home and pack everything, and be GONE by then...if you'll recall, earlier this morning, the tentative target date was mid-September or early October. GAAAAA!!

That's what I'm sayin' though, all this started out with Pete saying, "Hey maybe next spring we could move you to the 'burgh..." then it became, "What about November, during Thanksgiving week, when we're both off work..." and now it's turned into, "Well, now we've got you an apartment, you can move in September 1!"

Scared to death though I may be, I must say that I am happy. Yes, shaddap you buncha blog reading addicts, don't give me any lip, because I really am happy. I know I sit here and spew venom sometimes and vent out all my frustrations and fears...maybe it seems to everyone reading it that I'm a worrywart and a complainer, bitching and moaning about every little thing...(no dishwasher, coin operated washer/dryer, etc)...but in fact, I want the world to know that I am happy about this move. It'll be good. It BETTER be good, or Pete's Mountain-Dew-addicted HEAD will roll.

I just don't know why the hell everything is on FAST FORWARD around here, that's all.

*inserting ball gag, getting on the Honda, putting on helmet, fastening seatbelt*

Love, Sassy Girl