alright. i have to admit that i didn't go to the gym, but i did find a new place to live, so i figure i deserve a break. there's a little catch, though, to the potential new living arrangements, and that is it's right next door. hmmmm. . . . is that ok? it's certainly the most convenient from a moving standpoint. and i'll also be able keep the excellent neighbourhood. and the new room mates are calm, sensible pot smoking members of society. the only real problem is that it's so close. i'm trying to get away, right? however, my friends tina and dan lived in that house for the better portion of the time i've been living here, and i managed to almost completely ignore their existence, until i realized that the i/we're sooooo busy excuse was just stupid. and then they moved to montreal. c'est la vie. at any rate, i know i'm a little emotional right now, and everything seems uncomfortable and weird mostly because, frankly, i'm a little bit of an uncomfortable, weird person. and a little sensitive. it's not like i'm breaking up with a boyfriend or anything, but it feels exactly like that's what's happening.
at any rate, i can live there if i want to, so there's a little less pressure. first day of the month and i've already got a new home to go to. wow, i'm good. frantic emotional desperation is great for bringing out my resourceful side.
so. i feel a little better, but that could change any second. so be careful. . .
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oh french maid, everyone here wants to give you a hug, or at least a beer. i've made you a cd but i'll wait until you get a new address before i send it.
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