Moving out...

It's quite funny actually, it's a Thursday night where I have nothing to do. sure I'm surfing the internet but truthfully I have nothing to surf. In actual fact, I'm sitting in front of youtube prying my brain open to old songs that I used to love. I swear, music made back then is MUSIC. Nowadays, everyone is yelling into a microphone wearing nothing but stickytape across the nipples... 


I realised I haven't blogged since I got back from my Japan trip, either I've become lazy or I lack inspiration. Perhaps a mixture of both? More like work is sucking all my creative juices out, rolling it up  into a ball and shoving it up my ass! I just don't understand how some people can stay in a position and in the SAME company for over 10 years... when I was working at Myers, there were some older ladies that were hitting close to 20 years at ONE make up counter. Of course, I admire their stability and stupidity... I'm barely passed my first year and I'm already getting "too used" to how everything works. 


So Mr V's brother's wife is arriving in Melbourne today and that effectively means Mr V is moving out on his own. I've been tentatively looking for apartments to rent. Sure work bores me, sure life tests me, sure food makes me fat but the big news that overrides all bad news is that Mr V asked MUA... to move in with him?! I mean, who would've thought that Mr CommitmentPhobic would ask ME to move in. That is like, me eating a block of butter... totally impossible yet it happened. Of course, my voice faltered over the phone to a "..err... huh?...you...wha..." Cooking and cleaning for him will be fun! Especially the grocery shopping! About 2 years ago during our Hong Kong trip, he may have drank a little too much beer but he'd mentioned that we should move in together... then he never bought it up again so I assume that it was the walking beer bottle that was talking! Lets see how this one fares out...