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as i may have mentioned previously, apartment "fun projects" (formerly known as chores) have been divided among the four of us. this past week i was in charge of taking out the garbage from the kitchen bin. so as i was making my way out of the building i didn't prop the door properly--and since i was wearing my moccasins--the top of my foot got scraped by the bottom of the door. it hurt a lot, so unintentionally loud, i said "fuck my life!" and a boy getting into his car at our neighboring building heard me and laughed. i'm glad someone can laugh at the habitual misfortunes in my life.
also i caught a snippet of the puppy bowl walking back into the apt and back to my room to continue my arduous class readings, and it was adorable. i want a puppy. but i want it to stay that size and in that state of adorableness for life. no i do not want a small dog, but an eternal puppy. it's different.
also i caught a snippet of the puppy bowl walking back into the apt and back to my room to continue my arduous class readings, and it was adorable. i want a puppy. but i want it to stay that size and in that state of adorableness for life. no i do not want a small dog, but an eternal puppy. it's different.