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So, I just moved into my new apartment this weekend. It's the second and third levels of a three-level victorian on Munjoy Hill in Portland. The whole thing has really nice hardwood floors and is in great condition. My bedroom is on the third floor and has a view of Back Cove. My roommates are kickass (a smart Polish waitress who likes to talk religion and philosophy and listens to NPR all the time; and an old punk from 80's New York who stopped being a punk, became a social worker, and learned to play banjo). My landlords are blue-haired goths from Boston who are very into German synthpop and give us free wireless internet. The apartment is a block from my favorite sub shop, up the alley from my favorite coffee shop, and fifteen minutes from work. My room is built into the eaves so it has slopey walls, little alcoves, and lots of floor space. I'm really, really happy with it. Well, that's all for now. I have to try and get some sleep tonight. Too much time on this site lately.

In other news, I called that girl my friend wants to set me up with. She sounds okay, but she hates my two favorite restaurants.

Also, I activated that fucking SG dating profile again (The one to the left). I don't really know why. I just did. I don't like their pigeonholes they give you to choose from. My favorite description me came from the college radio promoter for Interscope Records when I first met him. We were talking and after about 40 seconds, he groaned out, "Aw, Jesus Christ. You're not another one of those Indiefucks, are you?" I liked it. So yes, Clint the record promoter, and all of interscope records, and the whole world. I am Indiefuck, hear me roar. Now if I could just get that recorded for posterity on an SG dating profile...