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4:06 p.m. x 2007-07-23

THIS DORM ROOM BUSINESS,

i've got a roommate. from new jersey, a criminal justice major named michelle. the room is in the corner at the very top of the oldest dorm, which is all-girls. it reminds me of the civil war. large, white, plantation-looking. it's right across from the student center. it's very well located. the room's pretty big and IT HAS A PRIVATE BATH HOLY FUCKING SHIT. it's adjacent to the opposite room but hell, it's not used by the entire fucking floor. HUUUUUURRAHHHH.

i sent her an email and i probably sounded skaggly and neurotic. i best not lie about my character. it shows up pretty well in print.

i did a bit of dorm shopping today. i got a new toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, bodywash...shit as such. new sheets. a big black husband (herein referred to as my big black sugar daddy named luther). i'm going to raid my room for notebooks and supplies. i know they're in there. i still need a bunch of things yet, but i've started. i also have hello kitty bandaids. badass.

last night i went on a rampage of angst. i tried to call jimmy. a lot. i mean to ask him how many missed calls he had (an intimidating number, it will be). i went out with amanda and her friend heather late into the evening. then i crawled into bed with softimus and watched "twin peaks" to ease the angst. i feel better today, but i missed jimmy when i went to visit him. he was on a conference call in the back room T__T. i hope i see him tonight, even briefly. i just want a hug.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11