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Everyone dance. Dance, dance, and dance some more. Dance, for I was approved to move in with the lovely Teri effective immediately. This means no public showers. This means no shitty roomate. This means not sharing a room. This mean listening to music without headphones. This means doing exactly whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want. This means I have a car. This means I can sleep naked. This means Lover and I can hang out all night and it doesn't have to end. This means I can listen to my devil music and be as weird as I want. This means decorations, posters, candles, incense. This means someone will be there to say goodmorning. This means not going home every weekend. This means I won't go a whole day without uttering a single word. This means everything to me.

FINALLY. Thank you, thank you.

My apparent friends seem to have fallen off the face of the earth. I suppose I always could call THEM...but...*sigh* I don't know. It's partially my fault, I'm sure. Someday I will have friends that really like me and want to hang out.
I hate it when cds skip. That is one thing that will send me flying into a rage of breaking my finger on the eject button, throwing said CD and screaming profanities.

I hope I don't look like a gelfling. What are those zombie things called? Pollywigs. No. PODLINGS, that's it. Ew.

I have nothing of further importance to say. Oh, me misera!