This is the one when I can take about 18 five-year-olds in a fight.

I’m moving today, and won’t have tons of time to blog. If you’re looking for something to do, check out the “How many five-year-olds can you take?” site.

18

This is the one where I have 1 day left.

This is the one with an ode to my favorite black sweater.

I love my black sweater that I bought for $65 at Express for Men.  How I loved you so.

Our time together was brief–I found you back in September and immediately fell in love.  My life hasn’t been the same since, and won’t ever be the same again.

The last three months were full of political fundraising dinners,  Christmas parties, job interviews.  We got to see a lot of one another. And I loved every minute of it.

I could have never foreseen the tragic events that would happened last weekend.  And I keep replaying the scene in my head.  If only I would have paid more attention to the clothes that I was putting into the dryer.  If only.  If only.

This is the one with more goodbye saying.

I said goodbye to all of my political friends this evening.  There was an excellent turnout, and Dan even bought me Gustavo Arellano’s book as a going-away present.  And since Gustavo was there, he signed it!

Good people all of whom will be missed.

This is the one from my last day of work.

Here are some photos from my last day at the office:

This is the one where I have 2 days left.

This is the one with more pictures.

I’ve uploaded a few more “Goodbye” pictures to my Flickr account.  Enjoy or ignore…whatever.

This is the one that I think is mispelled.

My roommate received a hand-me-down cookie jar and it’s sitting on the kitchen counter. I thought that the misspelling on the box was funny:

Then after a couple of google searches I realized that “Cooky” could be an acceptable way of writing “Cookie.”

English is so stupid.

This is the one with the new me.

Brian is replacing me at the office, and because of my control issues I think that the transition has been a little difficult for him.  One of our biggest problems revolves around organization.  We’re like the Odd Couple…I’m the clean, logical, organized one.   He’s Walter Mathau.

Here’s a photo of Brian sitting at my old desk/his new desk:

Holy shit, what is all that crap?!?!  For godsake, I can’t even look at the desk in the photo without a tear forming in my eye.  I’m certain this is what a parent feels when their son comes home and has pierced his nose or dyed his hair pink.  I still love you, desk…but is this what I spent the last few years teaching you?

This is the one where I have 3 days left.