Tuesday, January 1, 2008


There was a baby in the apartment today. I've never had a baby in any of my apartments before. As soon as I saw her, I instantly was paranoid that I had buckets of weed and poison and posters of naked women everywhere. But I don't really have any of those things. I guess it was good to know that I have good instincts when it comes to children. Well, not really good, but good enough to try to appear good.

Aquarius cooked brunch. Capitain Marc cooked dinner. I did nothing.

Hacky New Year.

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