After a breif but comfortable trip back to the AY, I have resumed to my comfortable routine.
My life lately consists of a endless battle with dishes, laundry and, most importantly, mice. See, if it were just dishes and laundry it wouldnt be so bad... Throw some mice into the equation however... See, you can't just leave a messy kitchen overnight when you have mice, it's unthinkable. Likewise, suddenly tossing your dirty laundry on the floor is a bad idea. Mice are like the unwanted guest that won't leave. They eat all your food and you can't leave your underwear lying around.
I've discovered the attraction to being a "homebody": it's just so easy.
In other news, I just spent 35$ on wood. I'd like to clearly state, just for the record: Fuck That. Why is art so expensive? And why do I have to spend 35$ to get bitched at by angry old men? I can go down to the park and get that for free from the homeless...
It's an odd feeling when your childhood bed is no longer the most comfortable place on the planet. It's even odder to realise that it took only two weeks to undo 17 years of sleeping habits.
I can now hear voice but I am unclear as to where they are coming from... ah, appartment life....
Monday, September 11, 2006
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Well, if the mice are as big a problem as you make them seem to be, I actually take back what I said about not getting a cat--you SHOULD get one. Maybe that will keep your clothes safe(r).
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