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[01 Feb 2009|09:37pm] |
I'm finding that the lyrics to these songs become harder and harder to find as the days go on. It's not that I'm completely without inspiration, but without a muse, I'm definitely screwed.
This'll be my fourth move in the past seven months.
Due to circumsances beyond my control, I'm jumping into a new place again. My douchebag brother-in-law kicked me out of my fucking apartment last month. Before that, I was crashing with Rebecka and obviously, when that relationship ended--it was time to move. And the first move was because I wanted a bigger place. Thank Jesus for Portland, land of the hugeass condos.
Seriously. This place is fuckin' huge. I swear I can hear myself echo.
I've come to the decision that television shows that try too hard to be cool aren't really that cool anymore. Like Heroes with its suckass plot twists. This season of Mythbusters has been nice though. Unfortunately, songs do not materialize out of crossbows and burning fridges and shit.
This is shit. I need a dog or something. I'll go crazy if I'm always talking to myself. It's bad enough that everyone bailed, I don't need to move somewhere else and find myself automatically constituted as batshit crazy. I'll pass. I don't think these things allow pets, however, which means I either need a roommate or I'm getting a fish. Fish don't wag their tails at the sound of my voice or turn in circles until I drag it outside. And fish do not cuddle. Then again, neither do cats. And jesus, cats smell.
Okay, so maybe pets aren't the best idea at this point. People smell horribly, too, if stuck with the wrong person. So I think if it gets bad, pending other people actually move in, we'll come to some agreement about Febreeze on tuesdays or something. That's probably why douchebag really pulled the plug on the last place. Damn good bed, but I couldn't stand the fact that we lived in a fucking garbage dump of a loft.
In retrospect, I suppose I shouldn't have moved in with my brother-in-law anyway. He's such an asshat--it should've been common sense. Note to self: Do not move in with In-Laws.
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[01 Feb 2009|03:50pm] |
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I can't be the person you fell in love with anymore
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