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27 Y.O.

I was (trying to be) listening to Janet’s new album without falling asleep. The album cover marks the first time I’ve seen her lying down and I don’t immediately presume it’s so she can play like she wants sex.Anyway, to get through it all, I entertained myself by making an animated .gif of the view outside my new pad’s window. And by “my new pad,” I do mean “my.” After signing my name to almost a hundred pieces of paper, I’m clearly in way over my head here, but at least the view is nice. More so than the idea of actually owning a place, I’m completely in love with the fact that, every ten minutes, a little yellow toy “I’m a big city now” light-rail train will quietly pass by my window.Maybe if I get bored the next time I have to listen to 20 Y.O., I can modify that game I used to play with my sisters when we were kids, waiting for grandparents or other relatives to arrive. Maybe I can try to take a guess as to how many trains have to pass before the one that’s been shrink-wrapped in iPod advertisements passes.If I look the other direction out my living room window, I can see Minneapolis.My kitchen looks way more classy than it should, considering just how rarely I plan on using it to cook anything. (The bright side is it will still be showroom new whenever I decide to sell the place.)And I like how gay my purple-and-peach track lighting is in the hallway to my bedroom.Nice when the lights foreshadow the end of the story.

Posted by Eric on Saturday, September 23rd, 2006 at 3:22 am.

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