I'm sitting on a loft bed in my new apartment. It doesn't quite feel like mine. It needs more dead things on the walls and steaks in the fridge. Although, there is something about the bareness that I love, it's like I'm in a hotel.
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Monday, April 26, 2010
bits
I'm sitting on a loft bed in my new apartment. It doesn't quite feel like mine. It needs more dead things on the walls and steaks in the fridge. Although, there is something about the bareness that I love, it's like I'm in a hotel.
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