Wendi and I finally filed the Summary Dissolution papers yesterday, and afterward I was thoroughly drained, both emotionally and physically. They sent us to five different places, each one telling us, "Oh this isn't where you need to go, you need to go to the building over there on the 8th floor." She and I joked about how they make you jump through hoops to get divorced, but they'll let anyone get married, drive a car, procreate, etc. It was bizarre because we had to wait in a line for an hour and a half with paperwork we weren't sure was correctly filled out, so afterward we felt like we had accomplished something grand, and we gave each other a high five (our kiss at our wedding included a high five), but then at the same time we were both almost on the verge of tears. It was an exhausting day.
But I'm in a splendid mood now. Going out tonight, should be a blast. I have to make up for last night when I meant to go out and socialize but ended up sitting in Burbank by myself watching Footloose on the big screen outside of IKEA because I couldn't find anyone else who was supposed to be there.
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UPDATE See WhippedCream's journal for a reasonably accurate if suspiciously incomplete *poke* account of Thursday night's goings on. Oh, and PoopyDave did get his keys (I drove him up to Burbank to get them form Trilo, then back to Hollywood to get his car, all at 3am, good samaritan that I am).
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I went out to coffee the other night in Long Beach (rather than staying near work in Orange and getting coffee where I know everyone), and ended up leaving all bitter because I have a hard time meeting people and I don't know anyone in this city. I know I'll make friends here eventually, and if not I'll have to import my other friends, but the lazy punks don't like driving more than 10 minutes away.
I need to take a day off (or *gasp* not go out one of these weekend days) and get all my shit finally moved into my house. I still haven't gotten a chance to rent a truck, so my bed, desk, and all my other furniture-esque things are still in storage.
Sleeping on the floor still sucks. But I'm getting used to it. I just want to get my bed over to my place because it would a nice thing to have if I wanted to have a guest over.
But I'm in a splendid mood now. Going out tonight, should be a blast. I have to make up for last night when I meant to go out and socialize but ended up sitting in Burbank by myself watching Footloose on the big screen outside of IKEA because I couldn't find anyone else who was supposed to be there.
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UPDATE See WhippedCream's journal for a reasonably accurate if suspiciously incomplete *poke* account of Thursday night's goings on. Oh, and PoopyDave did get his keys (I drove him up to Burbank to get them form Trilo, then back to Hollywood to get his car, all at 3am, good samaritan that I am).
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I went out to coffee the other night in Long Beach (rather than staying near work in Orange and getting coffee where I know everyone), and ended up leaving all bitter because I have a hard time meeting people and I don't know anyone in this city. I know I'll make friends here eventually, and if not I'll have to import my other friends, but the lazy punks don't like driving more than 10 minutes away.
I need to take a day off (or *gasp* not go out one of these weekend days) and get all my shit finally moved into my house. I still haven't gotten a chance to rent a truck, so my bed, desk, and all my other furniture-esque things are still in storage.
Sleeping on the floor still sucks. But I'm getting used to it. I just want to get my bed over to my place because it would a nice thing to have if I wanted to have a guest over.
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dude I just helped my friends move into their LBC pad last month. i can hijack my dad's van again and help you move your bed and some of the big stuff, as much as I hate driving the van I guess I'll do it for you.
that thing about getting divorced, don't mean to bring up any bad memories but I would think it would be odd to spend that much time with someone you don't want to be with anymore...it's always seemed like a wierd concept to me to still talk to somebody you get a divorce from...