Yeah, that's right, I've moved again. I'm over on Hirsch and Campbell living with Jason (JC) in his palace. Let me tell you: it's only been a day but so far, so good. I was firstly impressed by the large amount of heat the apartment has, in stark contrast to my cuz Mike's place. Not to say that I'm not appreciative of Mike putting me up for a month - it was very generous of him. We got along, too, despite the fact my parents think we have some secret animosity. We don't. He's pretty quiet and spends most of his time studying, or at his girlfriends. I didn't spend a ton of time there besides sleeping.
So anyway, Jason's place is sweet. I guess he's a cook, which is fantastic. He made pizza from scratch last night which was delicious. He's a chill guy, and he gave me the biggest room. If you want to find the place look for the Old Style sign and the police camera. 
It's our blue beacon of safety.
It is what it is
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Moves
Spewed out by Will at 19:18
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Hirschhhhhhhhhh, ay?
Davishhhhhhhhhh, ay?
Maude, ay?
Leads, yeah working in shifts. Nothing like the good old government keeping its ever watching eye focused on our lives.
k.e.
doesnt lops look like hes crooning on a mic in his picture? still smoke free?
Interesting. You move around so much, I bet you're pretty good at packing and stuff. I'm a low maintenance gal, but for some reason I suck at throwing away stuff (call me sentimental, har), so I always have this cave of crap accumulating around me.
S.
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which makes it damn near impossible to move.
S.
Jammin on a mike, chompin on a macintosh...it's all the same. I'm a regular smokeaholic.
Wait, no, scratch that. Hate the smoke. I walked out of Inner Town on Saturday night smelling like I bathed in 100 of Hoffman's ashtrays. It was not cool.
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