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So.
I have lived in this apartment for nearly a week now. Things are going quite well, despite the fact that I'm still sharing it with my friend. He's not moving out for another day or two yet. The place is chaos, completely clogged with my shit stacked in every open space we could find.
Next week the girlfriend and I are planning a trp to Pittsburgh where we shall peruse the fabled Ikea for goods of the furniture variety. I just did dishes and enjoyed it. I am becoming an adult and I don't think I like it.
duh duh duh.
You know, LiveJournals are so much more interesting when the entries consist of bitching and depression. I don't feel the need to write anymore, without the loneliness and despair fueling me. That's kind of a scary thought.
I have lived in this apartment for nearly a week now. Things are going quite well, despite the fact that I'm still sharing it with my friend. He's not moving out for another day or two yet. The place is chaos, completely clogged with my shit stacked in every open space we could find.
Next week the girlfriend and I are planning a trp to Pittsburgh where we shall peruse the fabled Ikea for goods of the furniture variety. I just did dishes and enjoyed it. I am becoming an adult and I don't think I like it.
duh duh duh.
You know, LiveJournals are so much more interesting when the entries consist of bitching and depression. I don't feel the need to write anymore, without the loneliness and despair fueling me. That's kind of a scary thought.