dancing in heaven/i never thought/i'd ever get my feet this far/(orbital be-bop!)

So, as I wrote to X, I'm getting over the whole shock of the break-in, other than recurring thoughts of "someone was in our house!" which inevitably leads me stuck with this old country song by Ronnie Milsap in my head "there's a stranger in my house/somebody's here that i can't see..." Which always confused me because Ronnie Milsap was actually blind. My mom got pissed off and threw out her now empty jewelry cabinet in a "why bother having nice things anymore?!?" state of mind. I hope the fuckers drove their car into a canal.

But let's talk of more pleasant things. Like the fact that we now have an apartment. Which I will eventually get to. Because yesterday my manager finally sent my transfer request out. Woo-hoo! I'm *hoping* that I'll get to start the week of the 21st, so that I can get out of Miami the weekend of the 13th. But for some reason that seems like it's a week too early. I don't know... do they need me to give them 2 weeks notice for a transfer? I'm not sure. Point is... I will soon be there! And I will be comically trying to do things like.. cook. heh. So despite the burglary/creepy stranger in my house while i slept thing, this has been a pretty good week. Which is good, because I am now officially ride-free and will be catching the bus to work for the rest of the time I'm here. Which, in Miami, in August? Sucks. But who cares, nothing will bring me down... Especially since my dad surprised me with the offer of moving me up to NY and "absorbing the fees". Or was it helping to "absorb the fees". I don't know *exactly* what he meant, but I like the sound of it. If it means that there's no flying in my forseeable future, I'm all for it. So Crazyhead, you can relax, I'm not going to have to pimp you after all.

subject line: Dancing in Heaven (Orbital Be-Bop) by Q-Feel... I did an online survey for EW & they sent me a free cd- an 80s mix. as soon as I heard that song I was transported to my past... to the days when SJP defied her father to enter a dance contest (supported by her "wacky" friend, Helen Hunt). It immediately went on the ipod.