I think some of my best blog titles come to mind when I'm heading off to the bathroom at work, but when I come back, they're all forgotten.

That ingrown hair I had...or have...I still can't get a good look. I don't think it was ingrown hair at all! It's quite possible it's just a hole in my body. I wish it would just close up already. I miss my nipple piercing. Those holes can stay open for as long as they want. At least I can be less careful around my boob now.

Tonight I will be getting the keys to my dad's condo back. I cannot WAIT! Unfortunately, I know that Cindy has taken things that I had asked her not to. I will chalk it up to a misunderstanding, but I will have to ask her to bring the things back or pay me. The only things I asked her to not take were a dining table, electronics, music stuff, and a couple of dolls. She misunderstood about the electronics part. How is that possible, right?

Mr. Nick and I have been toying with the idea of moving in together. Everyone keeps saying it's a great idea. Why? I don't get it. I don't think cohabitation is necessarily a sign of moving forward. I am backtracking on my integrity; I always said I wouldn't move in with a guy unless we were engaged or married. We are neither. There hasn't been much discussion about timelines. And anything with money just makes things more complicated, especially if a relationship dissolves. I also need to be extra careful because he and I are not on equal financial footing.