Thursday, December 29, 2011

And then I read this...

...And immediately ordered it.


"I've now lived at the boyfriends for 4 years (not including the two I lived there without my clothes), and we're married so I've come to think of it as my house. Almost.


I still pay rent on the little cave and everything I own is still there just as it was. I kept the house because the rent is cheap and I write there now, it's become my office. And the great northern beans, the cinnamon, and the rice keep the lights on for me, should anything go horribly wrong or should I come to my senses and reclaim my position as the most alone person who ever existed."

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