Movin' out

[tristefish]

So it's finals week. I feel like I've done this entry fifty times in my life. Or once. But it's different this year because it means something else. It mostly means I'm moving out in a week and then leaving for Ireland for five months. So as much as I want finals to be over and for everyone to be less stressed there's a part of me that wants them

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[longleggedgit]

:( I didn't mean to hurt Beast Turkey Cocchiarella. It was an accident.

Don't be sad. You'll forget all about us in Ireland and then come back and be like "Pfft, I hung out with these people?" while we all sob quietly. Which isn't sad at all.

[tristefish]

Don't worry, Beast Turkey Cocchiarella will be okay. He just needs some lover break.

I'm sure I'll do nothing but remember all of you in Ireland and remember your last words to me, which will be, "I can't wait to install a hot tub in your room and sit in it and do nothing but forget all about the original use of this room," So... goodbye, Lindsay. I will always be able to remember you whenever I see the broken vent of Beast.

[longleggedgit]

I never said that. And besides, if I were going to install anything in your bedroom, it would be a roller coaster. A really little one.

[tristefish]

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