This has been my last week.
What have I been doing then?
Well, it's called moving in to a new apartment. And for someone with such a small attention span and inexistent organising skills, it's living hell. And my hell ain't freezin' over any time soon.
So prepare for some more unreturned phone calls, (unpaid bills - hope not), work certificates still AWOL and a floorfull of assorted stuff. I could post a picture, but this time a picture isn't really worth a thousand words.
So you can expect some forgotten replys, some never posted photos (I've taken some, really!) and some swearing over the fact I'm a pack rat extraordinaire.









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Nie bierz życia na poważnie, bo i tak nie wyjdziesz z niego żywy ^^,
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And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Opeth - Ghost of Perdition
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Toward the great mountain, in the deep dark forest, I will find my wolf...
the Carpathian dreamer
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And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Opeth - Ghost of Perdition
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And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Opeth - Ghost of Perdition
Pitänee alkaa käyttää tota previewiä.
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And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Opeth - Ghost of Perdition
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[link] ing the world
Buddies Around the World.
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And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Opeth - Ghost of Perdition
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