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Good morning I woke up in my brand new bed this morning, and took a shower in my awesome new bathroom. This new apartment is soooo much better than our last one, which was tucked away in Chinatown. That wasn't bad in itself, but it wasn't the safest area, parking sucked, it was pre-furnished with weird shit, and it smelled weird. Now we're in a very decent place with new everything and HBO. Woo hoo! Now I get to watch Real Sex like the perv I am. I am so happy!!!

It is really nice to have a pet out here with me, too. I didn't realize how much I needed to be around animals until I worked at the clinic again over the break. It's so therapeutic to have something to look after, especially if she's clever and fuzzy. This semester is going to be so much more comfortable for me than the last one was, so I have no excuse not to make awesome grades and transfer to UT. I hope I keep that in mind.

Alright, well, I don't have much else to say. Nothing crazy has happened yet, no insane sexual encounters (the last of those happened a little over 24 hours ago) or dramatic family conflicts. Daniel and I had the worst argument ever last night, about Kurt Cobain of all people. Daniel is so ignorant about mental illness, and he was saying such judgmental, angry things about suicide and self-respect. I think you have the right to be angry if you are survivor of suicide, but it's pretty unhelpful to be angry at people that are suicidal and still alive. Anyways, it was stupid and pointless and we got over it quickly. Whew. Now we can argue about taking the trash out and normal sibling shit like that.

Song of the Day: The Stones' Waiting on a Friend