two places at once

Almost there.
I'm sitting in a barren room. Just my bed, guitar, and camera bag
ok ok... and a few more nic-nacs
I am MOVING
yes, again. Bitter? no - mostly sweet.
yellow front door. hardwood stairs. spacious living. kitchen island. only sunshine through my window. spacious closet and dun dun dun 345 a month!
minus poor visitor parking. 5 girls. a stuck back door. and a missing washer knob.
in need of furniture pronto
but ohh yes exciting projects ahead.

AND AND - no more hwy495 in the morning!!
I pray this is permanent, even though I pay month to month.
I will establish myself here, I think, at least for a year,
and that still seems like an eternity to me.
Did I tell you I still hate dating?
OH Mormons and the dating culture. We can all poke fun & appreciate it
What's sad is the active daters are the ones who [ironically] well...
struggle. They are like gnats. *get out of my face*
Hey you - honey - stop goofing off.
You have to pick one. (and that would be the tall, nothing-but-legs girl)

It also only makes sense that I rid the retarded landlord
but apparently I'm just getting another different kind of retarded
landlord. But I'll take the spacey one over the anal-for-no-reason hater-of-life and joy-killer-let-me-throw-your-money-in-the-trash I-can't-trust-anyone one
I had to eat the 75 dollars I was so bitter about. ironic. all of it.

PS DC traffic has prompted poor language.
One more thing I have to work on. daaaang it.

PPS We made it to Gettsyburg this past weekend
this time without the big family blowout.
We made one new friend (mostly) and added another brunette
Three is a good fit. Can't stop us.
the three on the right
Perhaps the other 2 could join, but I don't know if they are the types
that would want to...