I was looking back on my previous entries, and I made a startling discovery -- my posts sound like a darker version of something from Carrie Bradshaw's column in Sex and the City. Sick, isn't it?
I need to make plans for summer. Plans plans plans plans plans. I need to be constructive in some form or way. What am I doing? :///
Cleaning sucks. My bathroom smells like chemicals, and I'm afraid that if I step in the shower, my feet will corrode from the gallons of bleach I just used.
On the other hand, I feel quite proud of myself for exposing Rio Nueces as the overpriced shack that it is to a would-be victim, a naive apartment-hunter, today.
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