*shiny*

my apartment is officially clean. it took me forever, but it is.

there is floor space. there are clean dishes. there are clean clothes. it is presentable--i will allow other people in, finally!

this is a strange state of affairs. my apartment is never clean.

the (wo)man in black

my outfit for work today is all black...black jacket, black shirt, black pants, black socks, black shoes.

i feel like johnny cash. someone give me a guitar and a rich, low voice, and i'll sing you some really good songs.