I have moved.
I am reborn.
My new place is so great, even though the landlord still has people working on it at 9 in the morning. I foresee a small problem with a couple of the roommates, but it should be resolved tonight, and not be an issue again.
It's rather nice, actually, the miniscule amount of personal possessions I have. I've always been quite a packrat, but now I barely have enough to cover the floor of a cargo van once. It's somehow freeing. I'm not tied to a bunch of junk.
This, of course, doesn't count the loads of shit I've had in storage for a couple of years, but since I can't even remember what any of that stuff is it doesn't count.
I won't have home internet access for a little while, but I hope to resolve tonight when we're going to call the cable company. Until then, I find myself in bars with wireless access, helping them to reboot their cable modems. Though, for now the best way to get in touch with me is by phone, so if it's important, call me, e-mail will be sporadic.
I love moving. I love new beginnings. I have Spring Fever in the fall. New home, new surroundings, new love interest. I even have a new stomach. See, I gave up meat a week ago, and since then my digestive woes are no more. No indigestion, no heartburn, all good. Hear that, kids? Meat is bad for you.
Meat is martyr.
I hope to be travelling shortly after Thanksgiving, with MistakesMade down to Baltimore to visit Mercie. That should be fun, and a nice break from the city. (Haha, the bar I'm in is getting inspected by the Health Department right now, and I want to help them because the bartender and manager don't know what they're doing, and can't find the Board of Health License. Which means they might be shut down. Ooops.)
What are you doing for Thanksgiving?
I am reborn.
My new place is so great, even though the landlord still has people working on it at 9 in the morning. I foresee a small problem with a couple of the roommates, but it should be resolved tonight, and not be an issue again.
It's rather nice, actually, the miniscule amount of personal possessions I have. I've always been quite a packrat, but now I barely have enough to cover the floor of a cargo van once. It's somehow freeing. I'm not tied to a bunch of junk.
This, of course, doesn't count the loads of shit I've had in storage for a couple of years, but since I can't even remember what any of that stuff is it doesn't count.
I won't have home internet access for a little while, but I hope to resolve tonight when we're going to call the cable company. Until then, I find myself in bars with wireless access, helping them to reboot their cable modems. Though, for now the best way to get in touch with me is by phone, so if it's important, call me, e-mail will be sporadic.
I love moving. I love new beginnings. I have Spring Fever in the fall. New home, new surroundings, new love interest. I even have a new stomach. See, I gave up meat a week ago, and since then my digestive woes are no more. No indigestion, no heartburn, all good. Hear that, kids? Meat is bad for you.
Meat is martyr.
I hope to be travelling shortly after Thanksgiving, with MistakesMade down to Baltimore to visit Mercie. That should be fun, and a nice break from the city. (Haha, the bar I'm in is getting inspected by the Health Department right now, and I want to help them because the bartender and manager don't know what they're doing, and can't find the Board of Health License. Which means they might be shut down. Ooops.)
What are you doing for Thanksgiving?
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I tell EVERYONE meat is bad for you. Dammit, no one listens. I'm glad you're feeling better though!
When you come here, can we get really plastered? I need it.
I dont even know on what date Thanksgiving is since we dont celebrate it over here...