Neverland bound.

To elaborate on that last post, I moved to Colorado.
I still get a bit thrown off saying that... I'm not sure if it's hit me yet. But I'll tell you what HAS hit me: responsibility is terrifying, and I am a huge baby.
It's not so much that I'm afraid of responsibility as it is that I'm afraid of being bored. Last week I went to Wal-Mart, and I took one look at those cashiers stuck behind those counters, and I actually teared up. I know, it's a great example of how pathetic I am... but seriously, how do people do that? How do they stand there day after day for hours on end... just doing that? If that's what normal life is, I don't want it. I want to be Peter Pan.

Always read the fine print.

You know, when I signed up for this whole "real life" thing, no one told me how expensive it was.