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[queenkatieett]

I finally gave up on my Maybe-Future-Roommate™ on Tuesday and got myself a sublet. Even before I saw it, I knew that I'd love it, because: a) it's in Park Slope, which is expensive and hip and filled with trees, b) it's with a writing major, and c) the writing major has a dogI packed my life up this morning and paid some smelly guys to move it

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[cassiacat]

Park Slope! Nice! It will all work out in the end, don't you worry about that. So buck up, lady.

[queenkatieett]

Am I not bucking? Look at me. LOOK AT ME.

[smailtronic]

pimpin' ain't easy in a gold minivan!

[queenkatieett]

He also rolled his boxers so he could fit more of them in his suitcase.

Umm . . . that's just how he rolls?

[chocolatebark]

Be strong!

[queenkatieett]

The only thing that will make this better is peanut butter and cookies.

Go.

[ripper82]

I can't say I'm not disappointed that you aren't just coming back home.

[queenkatieett]

You can't hide your true feelings for me amidst all those negatives.

The brilliance of a sublet is that I'm not bound to anything; if I decide I don't want to do this anymore after my two months are up, it's not too late to come home for gay bar trivia.

[bloobirdie]

I can feel the adventures already dying to roll off your tongue.

And you can sob - it's perfectly natural and we're ok with it. Hell, look at the week I've been having. I'll sob right along with you!

[queenkatieett]

The only adventures I plan on involve watching "The Hills" and walking that dog to the giant Staples on the next block over.

I need to hear a lot more about your week. Your journal's barely scratching the surface of what you've been thinking, I'm sure.