Ink & Not Blood.

Okayyyy despite my not wanting a roommate, we may possibly end up with one anyway. *rolls eyes* Yea three guesses as to who came up with that brilliant idea. Well even if it ends up that way, at least he's Asian & therefore, HELLA neater than boyfriend. Haha, way to stereotype, huh? Meanwhile, I'm wistfully enjoying this city's proximity to everything & everywhere I could possibly need.

I've found myself re-reading books rather than starting new ones. The prospect of beginning something else is a little daunting at the moment.. & not just books. But whatever.

Tired tired tired again. Always. Constantly. Can't jumpstart my head / heart / limbs / eyelids. I'm so easily amused by everything & anything. Too simple.

I'm taking advantage of boyfriend's absence today to scrub down my apartment. (I can't clean when he's around...) Oh & he's got some infection. I hope it's not contagious because I can't even steal his amoxicillin if it is.. unless I want to die or something. ]: I should make him wear a mask in here. Damn no sleep + cleaning product fumes = fucked up me. Always.

Ohh yea I have pictures, but that'll have to come later. Spray bottles & sponges await me.

I feel like there are ants crawling all over me & only a shower will fix it. It's 710& nothing is clean. I had to spend the whole day out instead of cleaning. Now I feel disgusting. I'm... definitely not a nature girl. Smelling like dirt & feeling something crawling in my hair isn't fun. Oh & the dog isn't sleeping in the bed with me tonight... she's got bugs too.