A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dispatches from the new frontier the new apartment is small but sufficient, i have no furniture because i didn't want to continue on the hand-me-down path anymore. it took the cats longer to adjust to the new situation than it took me. the only remaining ties i have to the old house are a few last rounds of throwing out all of my old clutter and assorted trash. it turned out to be easier than i thought. now i have to learn to be somewhat less conspicuous when ogling the cute neighbor a few doors down when she passes by while i'm out in the courtyard having a smoke. but Lord, it's hard not to notice, even when she's got her child and/or her man in tow 12:53 p.m. - 2006-11-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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