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<< Jul 11, 2005 @ 20:18 >>

Sunday. Sunday was mostly spent shopping. Actually, I left Emily and Danni's apartment when I woke up at 9:00 because I had some apartments to see at 11:00. The apartments weren't very nice, but the lady showing me around had a lot to say about drugs and whatnot, being the child of the 60s and 70s that she was. After that I went to returns two things at JCrew, finally got a phone that doesn't run out of battery after one phone call, has a camera, can vibrate in silent mode, etc. Then I made a stop at Ikea since I was already over there and got some of their wooden hangers... can't beat that price.

No... wire... hangers... EVER!

No, seriously. I just bought all those clothes for work, gotta have something to hang them on. Oh, I was hungry... I know I had like two chicken breasts and some corn for lunch, and a pretzel at the mall, but I also decided to get some delicious looking cake while I was at Ikea anyway. They have this big cafeteria, and the cake for the record was awesome.

I don't think I mentioned about seeing the apartments in Loring park with the monster on Friday before the Feist concert did I? They kinda sucked. Small. Dingy. The apartments I saw Sunday were more dark than anything else. Well, the floor plans sucked, too. A bit too maze-like.

Later in the evening Mike and I escaped the heat at home in favour of the A/C at the movies. Fantastic Four wasn't all that fantastic. I started to fall asleep at the end, but to be fair waking up at 9:00 didn't mean I had gotten much sleep. Not to mention my new like 11:00 bedtime leaves me tired after about– well, actually I'm just tired all the time now. heh. Coffee addiction here I come.

I saw some apartments today that were much nicer, bigger, brighter, with modern appliances as well. Colin was around the Union so we had a brief sandwich. He took my phone away and played with it for most the time. Some lady walked by and I followed her eyes as they scanned from my shoes up to my face back down to my shoes. What am I, a piece of meat?

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July 11, 2005 @ 21:02:49

marilyn.pngsith33 (#999)

I don't recall that second to last sentence happening. And in fact, it causes me to call into question your entire blog. Perhaps all these women are made up...

July 11, 2005 @ 23:22:03

cmonster.pngChristy (monster)

sith, you ruined my comment.

It was going to be: YES.

And, yes, all these women are made up. Despite your having met me, you figured him out. I am a figment of Zach's imagination.

July 12, 2005 @ 10:10:49

marilyn.pngsith33 (#999)

Next time I see you, I will poke you with a pin to see if you're a robot...

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