Moving from a 3-bedroom house into a studio apartment is one hell of an endeavor, but it was somehow accomplished in two days.
Having finally spent a day specifically devoted to organizing and arranging, cleaning and decorating the new (very) humble abode, I'm currently basking in the air conditioning at the coffee shop nearby. This raspberry Italian soda is probably the best I've ever had, and I'm finding it difficult to care that I just brushed dust off of my bare and sunburned shoulders. It's a great evening.
At some point I'll have pictures to share...But that point is not this point and therefore will have to wait until aforementioned point is present...Which is not now...Present, that is.
Anyway...
So there's this man that lives on my floor. His name is Mike. He smokes a lot, he swears a lot more, and he is hilarious. It's actually a little scary how much he reminds me of a guy I went to school with..But he's much more intelligent, cultured and generally worldly than the guy I went to school with...
There's also a building cat. Her name is Haley. She's kind of a bitch, but I like her anyway. She's a primarily black calico and behaves as such. I had a calico until this passed spring. Kipxy. She was also a bitch and it is my strong belief that her hate for all other living creatures kept her alive for all of those 17 years. She passed away in her sleep...Presumably having let her hate go...At least that's my theory.
My throat hurts today. I will not get sick. This sore throat will be gone by tomorrow. So mote it be.
So anyway...
....I can't think of anything else to ramble about...So watch this ADORABLE French girl tell a story. Try to watch this with out smiling. I dare you....
Note: If you accomplish watching it without smiling you have no soul.
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