Out Of The Bat Cave

who is the REAL batman?!? it's hard to tell which of us is more ferocious since andrew and i are both eating strawberries & whipped cream out of plastic teletubby bowls on a bright red table that comes about halfway up my shins. you can't even see the chair i'm sitting in ... either because it's so tiny or because of my hulking muscles -- your guess.

unfortunately, this batman (the one on the right) is flying the coop and heading back to arizona the middle of this month. i've procured a car, an awesome roommate, and an apartment in tempe, and have big ambitions to join the grocery workers' union. who knew there was such a thing? look out food dog. i'm confident andrew will keep up the cave while i'm gone though, as he is in a perpetual state of muscle-flexing.

in preparation for my departure, i've spent the better part of my free time sorting through things, trying to downsize my life into a single carload. it's a good exercise for me since i have a lot of unnecessary things (a result of the therapeutic value of the retail environment). but really, how many shades of hot pink nail polish does one girl need? FYI -- i made a lot of tough decisions, but managed to decimate my collection to about 10 pinks and 3 reds.

also amazing is the number of articles of clothing i have held onto in case i need them for a halloween costume. like a yellow tutu. says a little bit about my fashion sense. although my sister will attest to my improvement since high school, when a typical outfit was head-to-toe thrift store polyester plaid. every day could have been halloween back then :) equally amusing are the things i refuse to part with -- my skull barrettes, homestar runner action figures, fake eyelashes & eyelash glue, and spongebobopoly. you never know when these things will come in handy as a young professional in a new city.

and in the event of cold feet (yeah right), i am reminded of a song i often listen to in the bubble bath:

my brain's repeating

if you've got an impulse let it out

but they never make it past my mouth

... this is the sound of settling

{death cab for cutie}