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Oh yeah, and I'm officially moving in with Mike and Puck at the end of October.
$250 a month. $150 security deposit.
A 21 year old girl. A 34 year old dude. And a 32 year old dude.
This should be interesting.
Oh, and I get to bring the kittens!
My parents cleaned out my old room. AGAIN.
So I got to sleep in a real bed last night.
Wilson cuddled with me for most of the night, and when I woke up, the three of them (Joan, Wilson, and Alice) were sleeping outside my door.
That's the way it oughta be.
Last night was really fun.
Besides the random spurts of jealousy. I just had to keep reminding myself she doesn't live here, and I was fine.
Had an awesome time with Mike and Steve. Spence stopped in. Talked about Chicago.
Some AMAZINGLY drunk guy who was "new to the neighborhood" was talking (read:slurring) to me for a bit.
I told him he looked like Bob Dylan, so Steve and I just screamed "Bob!" everytime he walked in the room.
I think he had about 11 Jack+Cokes. Poor guy. I wonder if he got home alright.
Anyway, now I have to rehydrate myself and get something in my stomach before work.
Yay. 6 straight hours of working on a slightly sore ankle and a hangover.
AWESOME.
P.S. THE OC IS AMAZING. TAYLOR AND THE DEAN ARE SO HUMPING.
$250 a month. $150 security deposit.
A 21 year old girl. A 34 year old dude. And a 32 year old dude.
This should be interesting.
Oh, and I get to bring the kittens!
My parents cleaned out my old room. AGAIN.
So I got to sleep in a real bed last night.
Wilson cuddled with me for most of the night, and when I woke up, the three of them (Joan, Wilson, and Alice) were sleeping outside my door.
That's the way it oughta be.
Last night was really fun.
Besides the random spurts of jealousy. I just had to keep reminding myself she doesn't live here, and I was fine.
Had an awesome time with Mike and Steve. Spence stopped in. Talked about Chicago.
Some AMAZINGLY drunk guy who was "new to the neighborhood" was talking (read:slurring) to me for a bit.
I told him he looked like Bob Dylan, so Steve and I just screamed "Bob!" everytime he walked in the room.
I think he had about 11 Jack+Cokes. Poor guy. I wonder if he got home alright.
Anyway, now I have to rehydrate myself and get something in my stomach before work.
Yay. 6 straight hours of working on a slightly sore ankle and a hangover.
AWESOME.
P.S. THE OC IS AMAZING. TAYLOR AND THE DEAN ARE SO HUMPING.