I suppose I could either rev this up with either a blase narration of amusing anecdotes or happiness florid with trite romanticism, but regardless it still degenerates into my pure satisfaction. Three weeks ago, I finally moved into my new abode with my beloved Justin - Apartment D on the borderline of West Warwick, a two-bit shoddy chamber run by
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I hope the useless trinkets don't include the statues I sent you.
You do live with extremely colorful people. The next few months or years should be quite interesting.
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Today I was trying to think of ways of using "vaginal secretions" in a sentence today and there it was.
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We're not always retahhhded. I swear, some of us are really smahhht.
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But to answer your previous question, I'm doing well. My entry basically details "day in the life" events, and the tension migraines are dwindling ever so slightly. It also helps to have a mate to sleep with that massages away my feverish insomnia. I'm sure to have more frequent updates, this past month it's just been wading through a shitstorm of relocating.
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Oh ho ho ho, and if she's easy then maybe I should come over more often! Oh wait, nevermind, I have standards.
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I'm surprised that you haven't heard her tales of woe - everyone else has. Wait until you proffer her a pair of vinyl black boots and she complains that she'll "stand out" too much in the low-key depths of club hell.
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Did I mention that her aforementioned "the one" was also the skeevy looking 28 year old with a 5 o'clock shadow that she spent hours trying to hack the myspace account of? Yeah.
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