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Done. Done, done, done, done, done. I'm moved out of the small room and into the big room. My step-father came into Manhattan and helped me move furniture. Then Cel came by and helped me with the rest. My room is huge.
And I'm pooped. Somewhere in this day, I also made a trip out to Pennsylvania to meet with a client. And tomorrow is Detroit. But the room is done! And huge! With lots of room for dancing around. And, hot damn, I'm motivated to find me a boy to bring home. The room's made for it. It's begging for it, really.
In the cleaning, I found a ton of 'nsync magazines that I didn't realize I had. An EW. Both YM covers. And more. But I'm too lazy to actually stand up and look at what they are. I'm fairly comatose.
Now, if only LJ would let me read my friends page.
And I'm pooped. Somewhere in this day, I also made a trip out to Pennsylvania to meet with a client. And tomorrow is Detroit. But the room is done! And huge! With lots of room for dancing around. And, hot damn, I'm motivated to find me a boy to bring home. The room's made for it. It's begging for it, really.
In the cleaning, I found a ton of 'nsync magazines that I didn't realize I had. An EW. Both YM covers. And more. But I'm too lazy to actually stand up and look at what they are. I'm fairly comatose.
Now, if only LJ would let me read my friends page.
