Jun 13, 2005 17:57
And so begins the task of turning my room into... something that company is allowed to see. And sleep in. For all those raging parties my parents throw. It might be weird when I'm done, not having a place with "me" lying all over the floor, and the bed, and the dressers, and the shelves, but I don't think I'm sentimental enough for it to bother me.
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