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Ends of relationships are, if nothing else, weird. Sometimes your whole outlook changes. Sometimes it doesn't. I'm not sure which side of that particular spectrum I'm at right now ( Read more... ) -
Ugh.
I am filling bags with my stuff. Specifically, stuff I no longer need. Awesome. The smell coming off the boxes that haven't been opened since I pulled them from the wreckage of my mother's basement is making my body hurt.
I'm sure the lifting of boxes doesn't help either.
I am hoping to have extra empty totes from when I moved in. We shall see how ( Read more... ) -
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I'm not sure anyone reads this anymore. That's fine; I apparently haven't posted here in almost two years anyway. Awesome ( Read more... ) -
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There is food in my oven that smells delicious. It's kind of odd to me, I guess, because I've never had Thanksgiving alone ( Read more... ) -
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A few updates, I guess ( Read more... ) -
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[09:17] areyahavinfunyet: *does a happy dance ( Read more... ) -
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I'm sick of being upset and not feeling well. Can't do too much about the not-feeling-well bits, but I guess I can try not to let things bother me ( Read more... ) -
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It's hot out. And guess who decided it'd be a great idea to get soup for lunch. Thank god for pickles, though ( Read more... ) -
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Our basement has been flooding. Not a good thing, as I'm sure most people can understand. Worse yet, a good number of my things are in that basement, in boxes, most of which were in about two inches of water while the basement attempted to drain itself and dry up ( Read more... )
