Sunday Funnies. ::: #Hashtag :::

#GoodSundaymorning, #myfriends!

Okay, no. I don't talk like that. You should probably also know that I didn't learn how to use a "#" or that I should be calling it a "hashtag" (yes, I was calling it the "pound button" because I'm apparently very old) until one month ago. And I swear, I only use it on Instagram when I'm at a party or some activity where I want everyone to be able to see my pictures. With that said, you know how tech savvy this gal is... well, isn't.

So, when a friend posted this video on Facebook, I had to take a look. And I've been looking at it roughly once a day since then. Here it is, in all of it's glory.

My favorite? #Imtherealcookiemonster and #lololololololololololololololololololololololololol

I find Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake to be pretty attractive and ridiculously hilarious, so that doesn't hurt either.

Tuesday Tunes. ::: Why Am I The One by Fun. :::

Hello friend. Are we still friends? Please say we are. My biggest apologies for being a jerk who doesn't keep you posted on my life. That's what this whole blog thing is about, right? Why yes, yes it is. I wish I knew where to begin, but since I can't actually remember when all of this started, I'll let you in on the news... I'm moving! And not just the "moving to a new place across town" kind of moving. But the "moving to a different state" kind of moving. I'm moving back to my beloved state of Colorado! I'm so excited for this next adventure and could only be happier if all of my Austin friends (in truth, some of them feel like family) could come with me. Since that is not a possibility, I've made plans (some of which, if broken, will cost me a fifty dollar dinner!) to come back to the capitol of the Lone Star State.

Anyway, today the movers came and within an hour and a half of arriving, they had all of my belongings packed and in the van, ready to head back to the Centennial State. Moving, to me, is cathartic, bittersweet, messy, exhausting, and time consuming. Today's Tuesday Tunes came on the radio after Molly and I finished boxing my things yesterday. Take a listen. Enjoy the irony of this song playing minutes after Molly (she did most of the work, while I just paced around) had packed my apartment.