Dear Diary,
Every time I go to ikea I think I have to post about it. It is just that thrilling. I really really love that store. Maybe I should volunteer there or something. There or Costco. The two best big box retailers on earth. Oh, and Target. Okay I just re read that and I want to shoot myself. But I really did have a nice time. I went with camp roomie Hibi, which was probably the best choice of shopping buddy ever. We spent 2 and a half hours and ended up buying all the same things because we convinced eachother we have the same taste.
I also got the emissions tested on the Bronco. miserable failure, but then the nice man in the van parked next to the emissions place made it pass for only 39.95. A deal, really. While we were waiting Hibi and I decided on a name for the Bronco. Baby Broncosaurus. Or baby bronc or broncosaurus for short. Or bronc for really short. I need to go back to college.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Okay. I am not at camp. I can stop posting about camp. Probably a good thing, I think I was loosing my mind. One day I even put on two different shoes (one purple newbalance and one black reebok) and didn't notice until an hour later when one of the kids told me. I was being crabby but that blunder made my day a lot more entertaining. Camp ended yesterday, and today I had a full day working at my old job, Capers. I pulled espresso all day and worried about buying books and the clutch on my Bronco and a certain someone who is leaving for Denmark for four months tomorrow. I can't believe that I still work there. It has been almost 6 years since I started. I get strange deja vu, like "am I in highschool still?" But I am NOT in highschool. Thank god.
Love,
Diana