zenn bites...

my old place is a dump


we officially moved house on friday the thirteenth.
i was not in town.
most of my things are still in my old room.
oh well.
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i came home from amsterdam today.
my mother said, "you go shower first,
i need to drive fawn to...eh! HOLLAND!"
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some idiot just called my land line.
"hello is this marobepwiejfb?"
no
"huh is this marponwoeibkwhkefv?"
no
"what? is this marroibeibasidjfbpe?"
NO
"what is your number? 6262...?"
i think you need to dial properly.
he seriously needs his fingers/keypad checked -
my phone number doesn't even start with a 62.
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my macbook has been hospitalized.
i don't know if he has survived the major surgery.
the doctors are not saying anything.
i miss my bad apple.
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my new house doesn't have internet.
it doesn't have cable.
it doesn't have me in it.

i came home to my old place after flight
and am now sitting in front of my crappy, ancient lappy,
in a corner of the dirtiest hall in the world,
with dust mites slowly eating me up,
wearing my work sandals to save my feet from all sorts of horrors,
waiting for mum to pick me up to go to the new (hopefully clean) apartment.
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i now have a roof above my head,
as opposed to somebody else's floor.
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i have many photos.
but they'll all have to wait till my mac gets out of ICU.