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2004-07-12 - 11:08 a.m. All of my towels are soggy. The apartment has flooded. Fair enough, there was a torrential storm yesterday that turned several of our major road ways into lakes. But it was cracks in the walls, not a backed up sewer or anything, that made the water come inside. Nothing like having an oustanding and amazing hump session interrupted by "Wow, it totally sounds like it's raining inside!" and the ensuing giggles -- only to have the joke confirmed as truth two hours (2 hours!!! you rock star!!!) later. So I'm kinda thinking that the universe wants me closer to Whyte avenue. Time to move again. At five and a half months, the mice, the cold and the flood have officially teamed up to make this one of my shortest EVER stays in one place. Woot woot! And for yet another week, the terrors of my apartment mean that my entry is boring tripe instead of the insightful feminist tripe I normally spew out. -- mopheaded forgot your christmas card again
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