missing

What I will/won’t miss about my flat: pimp/ho fisticuffs during the wee hours; siren orchestra of Fire Station #3; the little man who slept by the front door of my building who would always say he was sorry when I tiptoed past; surly neighbors; always-packed laundromat; lanky smokers in front of the corner bar, all elbows and coals; lack of street-lamps; single-paned windows; tissue-thin taxi brakes; the 2, 3, and 4 bus lines, especially that tschhhhhh noise; the Angriest Beggar who called me “sweetheart” when he needed anything and “bitch” when he realized he wasn’t going to get it … every single time; bridge-and-tunnel screechers after the bars close; and every single unexplained loud noise in the night. It’s...

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RSSless: days 4 and 5

FunkyPlaid and I were at the store until late last night, so I didn’t post my non-progress on the RSS fast.  No matter; absolutely nothing has changed.  I spend my time writing, reading, and puzzle-solving instead, and my stress levels are markedly down.  Now I am absolutely convinced that I need to ditch my RSS reader permanently, and only read a handful of feeds on a start page like iGoogle or Netvibes. We ran lots of errands today, relishing in our pre-cohabitation domesticity, wringing out the moments of our only day off together.  Right now I am sipping pomegranate wine and eating dark-chocolate-covered pistachios while chatting with some old friends online as FunkyPlaid‘s WoW character busies herself with the usual smiting of evil.  Yawns...

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