Finally I can move around my house.
And even better, I can LEAVE!
Man, it was hard to exist without access to a kitchen. Especially when you're food addicted, as I sadly am. That means it's officially Gettin' Fat Time for Kristen. I'll take deep fried anything right now, with an extra order of fat and grease.
On a sidenote...
While going through more of my crap today, I came across something else that the boyfriend may deem breakup-worthy.
My Archie comic book collection that has been growing since I was about 5.
Think it'll be a problem?
Yeah. I'm definitely asking for singledom. Sigh.
Screw it, I need food asap. I'll worry later.