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Uh, I think I want to start putting disclaimers at the top of all my posts regarding potentially annoying content. (Shut up, I know what you’re thinking.) Dude, I could even do a rating system! With tiny little warning icons! Yeah, or not. Warning: This post contains too much talk of knitting, health-related paranoia, and one or two off-color jokes. ...

Hellooo. I’m warning you now, this is going to be perhaps a little disjointed. But you’re used to that by now. It figures that the second my apartment is all put-together and decorated and swank, my camera runs out of batteries. Trust me, it looks good. I’ll have photographic evidence to support that claim at some point. Possibly. Micci and ...

OKTHEN. I’m going to post right quick and then I’m getting out of here early so I can go enjoy daylight in my apartment. I haven’t seen much of it so far. I’ve been so perfectly, obliviously happy this week. Part of it is the new place, feeling like it’s absolutely right for me, and just at the right time. ...