mood: vaguely ashamed
music: i'm coming out
CPCetc: what's going on down there...?
** **It's happened. I can't believe I managed to keep it this long, but now it's happened. And I can't go back. I can't even think about what I've done. Comrades? I...I've lost my cherry. My innocence has been plucked at the ripe age of sixteen. Today... I bought my first pair of black girl shoes. And now all is lost.
I also got new black cons. Rock on!!!
In other news, Pekin was lovely fun, now that I've actually thought about it. Showchoirs are an acceptable form of entertainment when taken in small dosages. I've terribly glad we don't have one, though. I'd probably vomit on a daily basis. Too many sequins=illness in bisexual Jews.
The constant rennovation of the Palm residence continues! Mum and Da have decided that since JPalm no longer lives here, we should move about the basement so that I'm in his old room and the sewing room gets my room and JPalm gets the couch in the den.
+ I'd get JPalm's bed which is a.) bigger than mine and 2.) insanely comfortable!!! No, seriously. It is.
+ JPalm has the only "fire safety" windows in the basement. This means one of two things. Firstly, if I ever "accidentally" set the laundry on fire, I will be able to escape relatively easily and keep my life. Secondly, sneaking out of the house becomes ten-million times easier!!! Yay for delinquency!!!
+ built-in bookshelves. Fuck. Yes.
+ built in closet. Fuck. Yes.
+ new paint job that isn't white.
+ the biggest desk-space I have ever seen in all my years
+ the sewing room in currently in the furnace room which reaches regular temperatures of about 35 degrees C. My room does not.
+ the furnace room is a cell about the size of the upstairs bathroom, with three times the crap. My room is a spacious 10/13 foot room.
+ window to the outside world
+ easily accessible
+ door needn't stay constantly closed
+ out of the way
So everybody wins. Except JPalm. But they don't really care about him, seeing how they're getting rid of his room. Huzzah!
I may have to run. Mum and Da are doing... something downstairs and I need to keep them from finding my ::ahem:: reading material.
Tschüs!
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