My Youth, My Innocence, My Phone

All goddamn vicitms of this neighborhood...
But the cellphone was easily replaced. (But not the numbers. If you have mine, I need yours.)

I'm still in disbelief that I'm actually moving away. Talking to a friend on Sunday, it all of a sudden hit me that I wouldn't be here in a few months. Everyone keeps asking me where I'm going to be working when I get out to California. I've been putting it off for long enough, when I get back from Miami/Key West next week, I really need to get serious about that. Somedays I think that it would just be easier to say that it's time to have babies. Make an easy transition from workaholic to prenant lady, and just treat that like my career... But who am I kidding? I am so not ready to have kids yet. I have a million places I still want to go, and a whole bunch of purses I want to spend my money on.

Somehow, I think that it might make me realize that I actually am an adult if I just had a baby. Lends a sort of authenticity to the whole thing. After all, I can't just keep on going with this Peter Pan shit forever, can I?

Help me out, sane friends! I need a helping hand to figure out my disaster of a life...