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in brooklyn looking for a new apartment.
found a dingy yet awesome looking one two blocks from school that is wicked cheap.
2 bedroom though....rob bailed on us. i'm actually very upset about that, hes here right now too at quincy street but i really have nothing to say to him. what makes what he did any different from what justin did to us last summer. bullshit.
chicago last week was incredible. every time i visit i think about how i'd like it if i lived there. but i always tell myself that its just bed-stuy thats got me down. i really hope this apartment on taffee works out thats be great for once.
It was weird to walk into my building tonight, i realized this last stretch was the longest i had been out of new york in a year. when i walked into the main landing it felt like i had never lived here. like the last year was just a surreal dream. what the hell have i done in a whole year that my "home" felt like this. The next place i live in has to be semi permanent...at least 2 years. I walked into the apartment and see rob's shit strewn all over the place, he's watching tv and it smells like old malt liquor and pipe smoke. He condescending calls me schoberman which his friends all do in a half kidding half asshole way. Then he just says interesting in this tone like hes been caught.
and that was it. I'm sad that he could make up his mind so quickly. but fuck it, seems like everyone here just has their own best interests in mind.
found a dingy yet awesome looking one two blocks from school that is wicked cheap.
2 bedroom though....rob bailed on us. i'm actually very upset about that, hes here right now too at quincy street but i really have nothing to say to him. what makes what he did any different from what justin did to us last summer. bullshit.
chicago last week was incredible. every time i visit i think about how i'd like it if i lived there. but i always tell myself that its just bed-stuy thats got me down. i really hope this apartment on taffee works out thats be great for once.
It was weird to walk into my building tonight, i realized this last stretch was the longest i had been out of new york in a year. when i walked into the main landing it felt like i had never lived here. like the last year was just a surreal dream. what the hell have i done in a whole year that my "home" felt like this. The next place i live in has to be semi permanent...at least 2 years. I walked into the apartment and see rob's shit strewn all over the place, he's watching tv and it smells like old malt liquor and pipe smoke. He condescending calls me schoberman which his friends all do in a half kidding half asshole way. Then he just says interesting in this tone like hes been caught.
and that was it. I'm sad that he could make up his mind so quickly. but fuck it, seems like everyone here just has their own best interests in mind.