i opened the upstairs closet door. you know the kind. jammed in to the front entrance hall (if you can call it a hall) fits a few jackets and 2, 12 packs of emptys that you keep swearing you are going to take back to the depot until they multiply to 8 12 packs and you no loger can close the door and you have to step over them to find your shoes. tonight the closet when opens reaks of bounce sheets. smells pretty. unlike the usual beer bottle and old paint can smell.
appartment liife. soap and static free sheets liive upstairs by the door. i am new to this life. small things amuse me.
Friday, August 31, 2007
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