I actually think, sometimes, that the Universe tries to talk to me through my iPod. Like when it's on Shuffle? And I'm wondering if I should stay or should I go now? And it plays Modest Mouse's "Float On"?
Think I'm crazy? Join the club, grab a piece of cheese.
Anyway... got apartment keys this morning. And you should've seen my face when the landlord handed them to me on a very specific, randomo keychain. Especially for a whiskey-loving girl like myself.
Well, hullo Jack. Here to welcome me to the neighborhood, are you? How thoughtful. How oddly comforting.
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