the end of an era

so it has been confirmed. i am moving. to...of all places...doncaster. kill me now. someone thunk me on the head with a frying pan. not only am i moving out of my childhood home, which i love dearly (as well as my wardrobe)...but i am moving to a place which i am not especially fond of. i am very sorry if i am offending any of our readers out there. *sobs* i will no longer be able to do the following things:
1. bum rides off amy or jeannie
2. easily get to either of their houses within 15 minutes
3. bum rides to uni (ok, not that i really need to bum a ride since i'll be like 20 minutes away)
4. bum rides anywhere

i know i shouldn't complain because i will be so close to the city blah blah blah...but it is a terrifying ordeal. oh well...more on this after i get back from new zealand.

olga's thought for the day: one does not feel so..."special" (ie. BiG BOOBiED) when one has evidence that one's friend is on the edge of being the same bra size.