Sweet Dreams are Made of These:
Oh friends, it's been too long.
Since my last post, I moved into my apartment, unpacked, assembled, and used every piece of furniture. My realator wrongfully accused me of non-payment. My cat was lost in the ceiling, and I sobbed hysterically and shuffled around in pajamas like an invalid until he reemerged sixteen hours later. I started classes; I like all of them in varying degrees of liking. I have become employed at both Limelight and Gamestop. I have filled 1,300 pre-orders for Halo 3 and I have sung "I Go Walkin' After Midnight" for a man who danced with me and called me "Red." I have decided that I am truly ready for a relationship, and thusly I am no longer pursuing one. I have reached my one-year anniversary and I've redone my website. I have been sexiled for many nights, and I have enjoyed it. I have eaten at Bova's many times, during all hours of the night. I have RSVPed for my father's wedding. I have made a salmon dinner for my best friends, four of the people who are most important to me in my world...and it tasted surprisingly okay.
Oh, and the Turks are half-way to getting the Chicago Typewriter, motherfucker!
And that's everything you need to know.
Since my last post, I moved into my apartment, unpacked, assembled, and used every piece of furniture. My realator wrongfully accused me of non-payment. My cat was lost in the ceiling, and I sobbed hysterically and shuffled around in pajamas like an invalid until he reemerged sixteen hours later. I started classes; I like all of them in varying degrees of liking. I have become employed at both Limelight and Gamestop. I have filled 1,300 pre-orders for Halo 3 and I have sung "I Go Walkin' After Midnight" for a man who danced with me and called me "Red." I have decided that I am truly ready for a relationship, and thusly I am no longer pursuing one. I have reached my one-year anniversary and I've redone my website. I have been sexiled for many nights, and I have enjoyed it. I have eaten at Bova's many times, during all hours of the night. I have RSVPed for my father's wedding. I have made a salmon dinner for my best friends, four of the people who are most important to me in my world...and it tasted surprisingly okay.
Oh, and the Turks are half-way to getting the Chicago Typewriter, motherfucker!
And that's everything you need to know.