nothing has ever happened

i have nothing to write about because lately, nothing is uneventful enough


we found a place to live next year. now we won't be hobos. but i will still dress like a hobo. hobo to the end ::pounds my fellow hobos::

our place has a badass old slanted balcony. Jun is afraid of it. we'll play chess there like old people. none of the bedrooms have windows. that's going to be so weird. i'm going to decorate it this time. my decorations will probably make me feel uncomfortable and want to stay away from my room. maybe i'll decorate my room right now. i can hang up that

i im'd Matt to ask about project. he was away. he came back and signed off. fuck