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Talked to my parents last night, and while the apartment isn't a done deal just yet, from the sound of it, as long as there aren't any bodies on the kitchen floor or interdimensional portals in the closet, it's mine. MINE, MINE, MINE. Honestly, at this point, I don't care if it's a dump. I can clean up a dump. And I have a day bed (hell, I'll take it) and two butterfly chairs, which is better than nothing.

Speaking of the day bed, since I now don't have to buy one, I'm splurging on the bedding. And I really, really hope I can get this. Purple and flowers and striped and SO ME. *covets* (I just signed up for eBay again after years of being without. Yay for Paypal. ;))

And you know, I've been thinking about last night's 4400. ( Something I already pointed out last night in comments, but I was stewing on it after the episode, so ... )

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ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

Somehow I got gum stuck to my boots, and when I crossed my ankles it got stuck to the back of my dress pants. So now I have gum on my favorite boots AND one of the few non-stained non-torn dress pants I own.

Am I the only person on the planet who always swallows their gum? And that old wives' tale about people not being able to digest gum is bullshit. If all of the gum I'd ever eaten was still in my stomach, my favorite hobbies would include rolling all the way to work like Violet Beauregarde and explaining to people that I'm not expecting sextuplets.

Again, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

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Dear Monday ... yeah?! Well, fuck you, too. Sheesh.

Today's quote of the day

After a guy gave me a box to ship that had live turtles in it:

"Ooo, cool. Now all I need is some radioactive goo and I can make some ninjas!"