Words of wisdom from my favorite cheerleader...

"YOU, my dear, need to stop overthinking and overanalyzing everything to death. I am all for thinking things through in a rational way and applying one's intelligence, but you are killing your own spontaneity, chickie!"

Thanks Vixen...I've been told that I often think things to death. Paralysis caused by analysis is my typical MO. But you're right, Pete is a very impulsive guy...so we have to somehow meet in the middle of the two extremes. I saw that you sent several house listings to him...good lord...don't encourage the man!! Are you CRAZY?! I can't believe you did that!! Now I'm doomed!! Doomed I say!! I'm being swept off my feet and ripped from my world and soon to be plunked down in the middle of a totally foreign place, in a house, living in a domestic world with this lovestruck man!!



AAAUUUGGGHHHH!!!

And the weird thing is, everybody in my life who USUALLY gives me CRAP about anything new I decide to do, or anyplace new I decide to move, or anybody new I decide to date, is now suddenly telling me to GO FOR IT...it's like a conspiracy! I feel surrounded by everybody, like some kind of CULT, trying to brainwash and initiate me, pushing me forward into this domestic life with Pete...and when I protest, they all just push me harder...it's the weirdest damned thing!!

My mom is still passed out I guess, from my email asking advice...she sent me 12 email jokes this morning, but still no answer to my email. Out of all the people in my life who usually gives me crap about things, she's the biggest one of them all. So I guess by not answering me, that's her way of giving me crap, I guess, and THAT is what I am used to!! (Sucks, but seriously, that's what I'm used to). Most likely she just didn't read the damned thing and filed it away or just deleted it thinking it was some kind of joke. She's not the brightest crayon in the box.

I did talk to my best friend last week though, while driving to the 'burgh. She told me not to let this guy rush me into anything...she knows how skittish I can be...but yesterday, I kinda felt like I'm on a runaway train or something...so it's rather moot. I'm just gonna go with it though, that is the only real choice I've got at this point, other than (like you said), to stagnate and continue loathing DC and beating my head against a brick wall with Peter's stupid marital status that will never change...and beating the dead horse of working at the museum again too.

So, it looks like I'm moving to Pittsburgh ya'll. God help me. I hope I'm not making a huge mistake. This love thing is scarey shit.

Love, Sassy Girl