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It is nearly 6 am.


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IS SOFA:


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I arrived home from my trip to Minnesota and Wisconsin to discover I had no electricity and all the food in my fridge had gone bad ( Read more... )

So I keep having things to update about and just not quite getting around to it.

Not anything important, really. Just things.

Apartment update:Monday night, I ran into Jeff. Here is the conversation ( Read more... )

Apartment: I have a fridge, but no oven or dishwasher or air conditioning or smoke detector. I am supposed to be moving stuff in this evening so apparently I am going to have to move all my stuff over there and then live in the empty apartment that actually has appliances ( Read more... )

I don't normally submit to the evil of the letter-style rant, but today I am in the mood for it because, well, it seems like the most graceful way to put this.

Dear Fucking Fuckwad of Flaming Fuck Who Can't Fucking be Fucked to do his Fucking Job,

Fuck you.
There we go ( Read more... )

--Am packing for moving. Whoa ( Read more... )

This is going fast from a whim to an obsession! I am at the point where I need for it to come out right, because at this point, it's a matter of pride that I will figure out how to do this!

I am nothing if not persistent!

Anyway, today was try three-- I washed my hair and set it in curlers while it was wet, put some smoothing serum on it while I ( Read more... )

So after I lost my apartment with the bar, I went out last night to look at more apartments without bars.
They were clearly inferior, having no bar, but they were actually pretty damn fine. I had a hard time deciding which one to put the application in on.
I finally picked one that was in not as nice shape as the other two but that was on the ( Read more... )