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2005-03-12 at 7:39 p.m.

This is me not writing about Isabella d'Este's studiolo.

Yesterday we killed an above average amount of cockroach babies in the bathroom. Kim finds two more near our toothbrush holder. She wonders where they are coming from. Takes out my toothbrush. Nothing. Takes out her toothbrush. Black specks of cockroach eggs at the end. That is beyond disgusting. We didn't even look inside but just threw it a ziplock bag and then in a garbage bag and threw it outside.

I can't live like this. Moving seems like a valid option right now. I haven't slept in my bed for five nights. I'll go back when a day passes with seeing no cockroaches. That hasn't happened yet.

I'm liking Bell x1 right now. They're Damien Rice's old band plus a new singer, who is kind of Bono-esque at times but otherwise good. They were playing 'Eve is the Apple of My Eye' during the lets-increase-the-male-age-13-to-16-ratings scene of Marissa and bar girl's kiss on the O.C.

speaking at length + speaking in lines

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