Moving

Tis a day of moving. Not moving house, not moving furniture. Moving people... perhaps. But everything's moving fast, maybe too fast for me to handle. But I guess I'm a big girl and I can handle the moving. What I cannot handle are ultimatums. Nobody ultimatums me. Ultimatums are not very good carriers of love. You have to choose, and there are times when a girl does not want to choose. Why choose ice cream over chocolate when you can have both? Why choose shoes over boots when you can have them both also? Ultimatums mean you've got to make a decision. And I suck at making any decision. I can never even decide what colour to paint my nails. Enough said. Back later. More moving...