"There are trees in the desert since you moved out."

I just burned my very first cd ever.

It put me in a foul mood.

I was already missing Habibi horribly, and I had to go and burn this damn cd full of my favorite gushy love songs. He's in the air as we speak, winging his way back to Houston. I hope I'm able to see him tonight. I might just have a sorry ass cry if I cann't.

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I have half the notion to just start loading trash sacks with the detritis that clutters my shelves and horizontal surfaces. I'd pay someone to do it, REALLY! I'd wan't them to just come in, and only save important documents, books, and electronics. I trully wonder if I'd really miss any of it. I long for clear surfaces and empty drawers.

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I spent the day at the laundromat, washing my comforters, then back to the apartment laundry for the things that can go into the regular machines. Made birdy bread with dried tomatoes, sweet potatoes and berry apple sauce, it was a resounding hit, they nearly licked their plates. I'm going to go load the dishwasher now, wipe out the bathroom sink, hang up some clothes, and vaccum. I'm so freekin domestic. I wish my place showed evidence of this, it's just that i'm 10 times more of a slob then I am domestic so it kinda gets over shadowed. yah.