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August 19, 2007 | 10:07pm
Mood: tired

Let's see.

I've been bedless since Tuesday. This is not a happy thing.

My roommates are pretty damn sweet. Except for their (or, rather, Jessika's) fixation on candles with random scents. I like having my own room. The apartment is great. Kirksville is sooo much better when you don't live on campus. (And when there aren't classes, but that's a completely different situation all together.) Plus, you can see horses from the apartment. HORSES! Man, you can't see any of that shit in Chicago.

A few days ago I really cut up my fingers, and it's looking as if I've gotten at least one scar from it. I'm assuming that's what happens when a very deep scratch doesn't even begin to scab over after 4-5 days. Or maybe the scratch is infected and my finger will turn gangrenous and it'll fall off but not before the infection spreads to my heart which will explode and I'll die in the fiery explosion that will wipe out a good portion of northeastern Missouri oh no!!!

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from: aodh
date: August 20, 2007 11:35pm (UTC)

thank you! i'm glad, too :P


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from: lala_luvyou
date: August 21, 2007 05:30am (UTC)

I've always imagined your bed being a stuffed lion.

(and by always I mean today, since I read this earlier and the image came to my head at work)

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