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i grow tired of this place. ah, the inevitable! i'm ready to move, though not really. i'm sick of the 300 degree asphalt, the entirely unattractive palm trees, the cockroaches, the implants, the convertibles, my blue room. it's really a shame i blew almost my entire savings account on my vacation earlier this month. i guess there was no way of knowing my level of discontent would escalate so. oh well. no more frivolous spending for me, that's for sure. i'm ready to go back Home. i'm half-tempted to have my brother start looking for a place for me. i'm still not sure how the lucky little shit landed back in Seattle so soon. of course, he arrived penniless and had to beg, borrow and steal his way along for 3 months. that concept is most unappealing. so i wont make that mistake. though if i can swing this transfer business, i'll already have a job when i get there. anyway yeah. not sure who'll give a fuck about all this, but it feels good to vent every once in awhile. more later, if you punks are lucky. though maybe that shouldn't be pluralized....