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Feb 08, 2009 12:03

I moved two Fridays ago. Everything went okay.

At my old house, I used to love it when I came home and no one was there. Now I'm disappointed when I come home to an empty house.

I like my roommates. They're into 4chan and weed and video games and food like I am. The house still kind of smells bad, but it's definitely getting better each day. I've taken to keeping my clean laundry in tightly closed garbage bags to keep my clothes from smelling. There's not a lot of furniture in my room right now, but I think next weekend I might be able to get them to drive me to Walmart or something. Soon they're also going to put down carpet and paint the walls. I want my room to be seafoam.




Last Friday Doug had a tattoo party, and I got one. I have extremely sensitive skin and made a spectacle of myself, but anyway. It still feels like someone punched me in the shoulder blade. Everyone says they're addictive, and I really like the one I got, but I never want another one. Ever.

I have to go to the bank, and we're going grocery shopping soon. Busy busy busy
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