heartbreak hotel

lets get back on track, eh?

this blog was not intended to tell the world wide web every time some guy hurt my feelers.

SABBATICAL sally. back on track.

literally.

im restless. thats what i do. i live. i love. i laugh. then i relocate and repeat steps 1-3 (brian mcknight, anyone?) :)
 
Back to One-Brian McKnight  -flash back to 6th grade!! Shout out to cody ryan, my first boyfriend! sigh*

(.......adderall is wearing off)

what was i saying?

o right...

i have no time to be blogging my little heart out because....... i am MOVING.

yes. its the second time i have loaded all my belongings into a 6' x 12' U-Haul cargo trailer and dragged it behind my 4runner to head west bound.

but moving is a relative term for someone like sabbatical sally. san francisco lasted a whopping 8 months.

san diego has the potential to last 1 day (my mom wishes) or 100 years (God, please take me before i reach the ripe old age of 124!)

silly questions ive been getting:

why are you moving to san diego?

           -who doesnt want to live in san diego? next question please.

how long are you going to live there?

          -how often do you move somewhere with all your shit in a uhaul and think... "this will be fun for a few weeks/months?" dumb. 

takin it a day at a time.

and my personal favorite...

 

are you taking your dogs?

            -no, im actually dropping them off at the pound on my way out of town...WHATT?? if you were moving would it be a logical question for someone to ask you "are you taking your children?" very dumb. 

here is where i apologize to anyone that is reading this that has asked me any of those questions! :) sorry!! hehe

mmk... back to packing up my life in brown boxes. 

night night, world wide web.