I cannot stay here, I cannot leave...
Nailz sent me an awesome AFI postcard today with depressing poetry on the back. I love my goth roommate! (I know Nailz - you "are so not goth!") Ok, so she's gothic-like, which means she's not goth. I swear you can't say that word and honestly not sound like some oh-so-tormented-tempermental teenager. I don't like the phonetics of that word. Icky.
So today I realized that I'll be coming home to not only Nailz - but her little dog too. Hm...I think it'd be best if she were home, so I don't accidentally kill the fluff ball claiming reuniting anxieties. I mean, I know things change, but having an additional member of the apartment is a bit stressing. I just can't imagine a dog in that place. I can't imagine myself living with a dog - how strange! Will the apartment smell like a dog? Ick. Will I in turn smell like a dog? Hmm....
Anywho - here's a quizzy-wizzy. Not the one Anne posted, but one I took quite a while ago and saved.

Hopeless Flirt
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That's all for now. I'm bored, but I don't want to talk about it.
ADDENDUM 1 (added 4:43pm):
So I've changed my mind about the dog. I'm kind of excited. But I'm sure my mind will go back and forth a lot until I actually get to meet Yuki. I am definitely excited to find my own Shuichi, though. Just think: we'll have a white dog named Yuki and a black cat named Shuichi--ironic, ne?