and I think you should know: you deserve much better than me

listening: why am I so intent on ruining my street cred?

...sigh. better than me, hinder

Matt and Julie are coming to visit me this weekend! I am thrilled beyond belief to have them around for half a day, a night, and then ANOTHER WHOLE DAY. Of course, this means that I now have to wash the floors. (I cleaned the bathrooms yesterday, but the mop is still in the garage. By the way, if you want to see me go into ACTUAL HYSTERICS, ask me if I'm unpacked).
Julie's room, right now, is open; her partition is mysteriously falling off and none of us have bothered to fix it yet. My dresser is in there because I have not had the energy to get it upstairs. I need to rearrange my bed too because otherwise? There is no room for the dresser, and I did TELL my mother there was no room for the dresser. I have the dresser anyways.

I'm now listening to Maroon 5. My street cred? Officially shot.

ykylm,
rae