Kirill's house
I moved to Kirill's house!
I took a bus to New York. It was interesting. There were many different types of people on the bus.
A little girl got dropped off by her mom and picked up by her dad, and the driver made her promise not to leave the bus without telling him, even if she sees someone she knows at the stop.
I liked listening to this woman have a very loud phone conversation in an English accent about her travels and how she got lost, and saw the sights, and had a fight with her boyfriend, and had trouble finding a place to buy tampons. I decided not to tell her she was being so loud. That would probably embarrass her.
I didn't have change for headphones for the movie on the bus. It was about a dog. Oh yeah! Speaking of money, I luckily had enough to get my bus ticket and do forwarding from my PO box. I have some auctions ending soon, and I'm working on a big big database/backend for this web site that's selling like, soap. So I'm not in dire straits yet. Which is actually a nautical term for straits, or channels of water, that are perilous. It's also a band.
Kirill's house is a factory. I've always wanted to live in a factory. Or some kind of firehouse, or temple, or school, or other non-house structure. It's really cool. He doesn't get the whole thing though.
But there are sirens at night, and weird people hang around in the alley, and I almost-not-quite stepped on drug paraphernalia on the sidewalk. Which makes it an adventure.
Well anyway, it can't be worse than Sunnydale. Not a single person I know has died yet. Keep your fingers crossed!
I took a bus to New York. It was interesting. There were many different types of people on the bus.
A little girl got dropped off by her mom and picked up by her dad, and the driver made her promise not to leave the bus without telling him, even if she sees someone she knows at the stop.
I liked listening to this woman have a very loud phone conversation in an English accent about her travels and how she got lost, and saw the sights, and had a fight with her boyfriend, and had trouble finding a place to buy tampons. I decided not to tell her she was being so loud. That would probably embarrass her.
I didn't have change for headphones for the movie on the bus. It was about a dog. Oh yeah! Speaking of money, I luckily had enough to get my bus ticket and do forwarding from my PO box. I have some auctions ending soon, and I'm working on a big big database/backend for this web site that's selling like, soap. So I'm not in dire straits yet. Which is actually a nautical term for straits, or channels of water, that are perilous. It's also a band.
Kirill's house is a factory. I've always wanted to live in a factory. Or some kind of firehouse, or temple, or school, or other non-house structure. It's really cool. He doesn't get the whole thing though.
But there are sirens at night, and weird people hang around in the alley, and I almost-not-quite stepped on drug paraphernalia on the sidewalk. Which makes it an adventure.
Well anyway, it can't be worse than Sunnydale. Not a single person I know has died yet. Keep your fingers crossed!