Dec. 3rd, 2002

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In the dead of night, one woman alone was able to magically open the doors of her car from the inside, yes she was.

She only had to climb through the hatch to do it.

Blasted warm-weather snowfall with overnight chilly snap! Froze my damn doors shut.

But I rescued Makonan and hhsb from the unsavory types that apparently hang out at the train stop near my new apartment, and got them safely to their cars. Much scraping of windows was done, and then I waved them off to their respective states.

Mako's pink fuzzy scarf was very cute.
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Upsetting:

I think I over-did it with the lifting and toting and the use of tools like screwdrivers and wrenches. I woke up this morning with dead hands, tingling and in pain, and every time I hold my right hand in one position too long, it starts to go to 'sleep' again.

No no no no no no no no no no no.

This sucks.

A glimpse

Dec. 3rd, 2002 12:56 pm
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Still unpacking, and will be for days and days, but here's a composite photo of my living room right now that I just whipped up.

I am not sure what color curtains to get. I am thinking perhaps some sort of mustard color?

Do you dig the IKEA cushions on the futon? Heh.
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I got my first official housewarming gift today at my new apartment.

The lovely [livejournal.com profile] eeyorerin got me a garlic press, which made me smile in a huge way because I just got her one for her birthday recently.

She is a kind, good friend. I am glad to know her. And I am so excited that I don't need to peel and chop garlic cloves any more. I only have to peel them, and then SMOOSH them. Raaar! Garlic!
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Cheap-ass gingerbread-scented candle lit and wafting through apartment.

Two large bags of laundry were hauled by my sad old self to and from the laundromat today. A twenty-something guy loped past my folding table, and I only caught the back of his head - cropped dark ahir, gangly frame, black leather jacket with 'Depeche Mode' painted on the back, towards the bottom, in white.

I feel as though I've forgotten something. I was supposed to be somewhere, and people are waiting for me to arrive.

What?

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