I can't stop listening to Wuthering Heights. I'm not sure why the song appeals to me, but I guess that's the allure of Kate Bush?

I've got my right upper wisdom tooth coming in and it's ripping my gums to shreds; my mouth always tastes like blood, now. I got some cookies from Subway and they're all tangy from the bleeding.

Gnats fill my room in some sort of twisted irony. Why are there gnats all over?! My room is always clean! I think there might be a dead body downstairs...

I'm in the process of packing and I've realized I've collected way too much crap. I'll have to steal boxes from friends. Perhaps there will be a moving day bbq?

I wish I had perfume. Perfume is nice.

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