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I've moved into a new house, at last, at last. The nightmare is over, the hideous monster that was my previous house can now heal, become a scar and slowly fade away.
Terribly my ex-housemates think it's them I hate, when infact it's just that bloody house. I'm going to miss them so much. Maybe now I'm out of that place and in a cool new place I can get it all together and get on with the biz, sooo much to do!

My new room is soo tiny you would not believe! Me being a 6'2" it fits me perfectly. Oh did I mention it's in the roof of the house so I can only stand up straight next to the door. I don't care I'm free, I'm free!

Don't you hate it when you have no excuses left not to just get the fuck on and straighten out your life? It's about time I did because I am so terribly bored with me. However just now, as I sit in my tiny roomlet in the roof, skylight open, the sound of cars and birds drifting in on a warm wind, I am happy.