feeling mostly better now.
yet my apartment has apparently become an orphanage for lost bicycles.
i cannot begin to tell you how much this annoys me.
i need gays and glamour in my life. not geology.
sorry, but it's true. i am inherently a creature of comfort, not camping.
i like looking put-together, not like i just crawled out from under a rock.
i like my sad indie boy-music, and my pretty sparkly things, and my princess perfume (thanks for letting me borrow it, aly!) and my gold satin comforter. i am not into ska, being dirty, smelling bad, or sleeping bags.
this is not to say that i am not into environmental issues, nature, and organic food. because i am. i just don't like roughing it. and i also like flushing the toilet. ahem.
i know that i am being a judgmental bitch here, but the whole energy of the apartment is thrown off and shitty because i feel out of place and freakish in my shallow materialism. whereas before, my desires to possess perfect skin, a thinner waist, and a killer pair of heels were mutually embraced and shared.
so. help me find a place to live until october and i will be indebted to you forever.
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I think that geology and glamour can live in harmony...That is, if geology would stop collecting bicycles...Aren't geologists supposed to collect rocks!?
mmm, if you're looking for a place to live, let me know, because I'm homeless for next term....
Bah I miss you. You'd be perfect in France because they rough it in style. P.S. You're welcome!
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