Delia Montana's Journal

Well Allen and I no longer live in that small apartment. Although it was a nice apartment, at least I thought so. We have our own house. I could barely believe it. It was a hell of a surprise. We aren't really unpacked at all but we're getting there. Soon hopefully because I keep getting the feeling that something is going to jump out of one of the boxes and eat. Totally lame I know but still can't shake that feeling. I'm such a dork, right? We've only been living there for about a week. So if any of you want to stop by please wait just a little longer that way we can unpack a little more. Like the glasses and plates.

[Private to Allen]
I need you to pick up a few things at the store. Because our fridge still only has water bottles in it. We need food. So run and get everything we need. Love you sweetheart.