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Call me morbid, call me pale...
I said I like it here, can I stay??

I can't hear that song and remain standing. I'm sitting.

How do things like this happen? Why do they happen? What will happen?

I found an amazing apartment. It has berber carpet so let the rug burns begin...um. Anyway. It is really clean and organized and has enough room for my studio in the kitchen. Everyone should have music gear in his kitchen, right? I have room for my bed.

I go on and on about my bed, but it's really symbolic. When my ex. and I seperated, she took the bed...little did I know I'd never see it again. I don't know how she can still sleep in it.

I moved in with my friends R and K and I decided to sleep on the floor of my room. I do that every ten years or so. I don't know why, but it er, grounds me, so to speak. I did that for eight months until I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at a bunch of futons, but this one just felt like home. It has that Scandinavian slat design the kids love these days. It's my bed, I won't give it up for anything.

How long will I be on your trail? Hopefully not long.