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[Jul. 15th, 2006|12:02 pm] |
I can remember when these things were being first made. Computers atleast. Oh, and by the way, Theoris Here. I can't help but laugh when I see one of those smelly things that people ride around in now. They are so Gross! But anyway. The world is a tea cup or a beer glass, whichever you prefer, and the sky's the limit when you have creativity.
I need to have a quick trip again. I can't stay couped up in this apartment thingy. Its too stuffy. I need fresh air, exitment. I need to be able to roam around. I can't take this siting and reading, Its BOREING!!(hey almost got three exclamations there...) Its not that reading is dull or anything, I just need to move around and do things. But I have to wait..
I swear, I'm too impatient. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2006|07:34 pm] |
I've lived here, what, maybe a year and a half or two years.. or something like that. Its always the same though. I get back from a visit to my mum and all hell breaks loose when I get back home. This time, though, it was slightly diffrent.
The first thing I noticed when I got through the door of my tiny little box, also known as an apartment, was that someone had gone through it... and I don't mean that in a good way... it looked like something or someone had taken a criket bat and swung it all around without any care as to where it went.
The chairs in the kitchen nook were out into the living room and one had a broken leg. The blinds were halfway torn down, I could clearly see down into the street below. Sheets were on the floor as well as papers, clothes, and other bits of trash and so forth. It was a mess... a really big mess.
I slowly picked my way through the mess as I went back towards the bedroom and was amazed at how everything was thrown everywhere. I almost broke out in tears. It was the first time that anyone had broken into my apartment.
So after I set down all my bags I set too cleaning up the mess and righting the chairs and everything else that was upturned and/or messed up.
Then I cooked my supper and set about figureing what was missing...
I didn't have a TV anymore... and I only had the Under clothes that were in my bags.. Why would anyone take Underclothes?!? That seems Sooo Daft! |
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