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I bought the typical furniture students buy: an Expedit book shelf, a bed, a table and boxes. I like boxes. Many Japanese people like boxes. I wonder why that is. My Japanese apartment was full with those semi-opaque, milky poly-propylene Muji boxes in all possible sizes. The Beau likes to joke about my box obsession and I pretend not to have any humour about my precious boxes. I frown. Inside I howl with laughter. He sussed that out though, and continues to make fun of me.
Today we bought pretty black cardboard boxes into which I will fill ... things.
I am looking forward to hang up that pretty, black scorpion behind glass I bought in Thailand. (Probably every tourist has one of those. I used to snort coke from it. Good times.)
The new room mate is blond, tall and young. I find him handsome, although he stutters a bit: he's from Finland, and he stutters because he stops himself when he can't think of the right English word. The Beau laughed, when I said, I might end up sleeping with him.
"Not on the new kitchen table!" he said.
I'm one of those people who love going to Ikea. Most people complain about it, but I like it. I used to like the meat balls, the salmon, the milk chocolate and the elderflower juice as a child. I don't mind that typical Ikea maze where they co-erce you into buying as much stuff as possible. When I was a child I always felt safe at Ikea. My parents couldn't fight there (although later when things got really bad, they didn't care about wether they were in public or not when they had their fights) and it always felt as if we were a healthy family.
I began writing a Snarry, and somehow I can't write anything in another fandom at the same time. Instead I took up a couple of other HP fics I have been working on and off recently. I already forgot a lot of important things, like most of the spells and had to constantly check and re-read canon. Alohomora! Avada Kedavra! I completely forgot the names of the children of Harry and Ginny! My brain is indeed pea-sized!