scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

26.8.07

bad things to learn

after you have been living in a place for months and months and months, though not as bad as not being able to open the windows because the Russian embassy has snipers that are watching you very carefully, or suddenly finding out there's a shit ton of lead in the water, or something, and really a relatively minor catastrophe, and one that probably doesn't warrant the label, at that, but even so i have to wait until either M gets home or somebody comes over who is not extraordinarly pregnant* because i think getting on a ladder at this point would be a bad idea:

oh, so it was a real pumpkin.

what the fuck was the Previous Inhabitant doing with a real pumpkin on a very high and inaccessible shelf in february? and why would he store it next to the non-biodegradable other seasonal ornaments he left - the weird flat santa claus, inexplicable red glitter candle, and fakey-broken stone vasey thing? and when can i get rid of that awful Finding Nemo poster he left? Need to purge. If only i could reach that damn shelf.

*belly button is now sticking All the way out

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