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I just want you to choose me. Love me more. The Kitten has been talking more lately. I think she feels as unsettled by the quiet of our new home as I do. The ones who chattered at us are gone. She was probably getting quite used to the noise of having a child in the house. My storage ottoman has arrived. Next Tuesday I will have a housewarming party and it will feel that much more official that this is my home. I am already concerned with the rising cost of rent- but if the rent doesn't increase by over 100 dollars I might renew anyway. It's cozy. There are things on the walls now. Art, I suppose. I have a television, a bed, and storage ottomans. This is the first time in 8 years that I have owned things and decorated an apartment on my own and I am quite pleased. There's a security to owning things that I hadn't experienced before. A feeling of being rooted. Of being capable. Only people who can afford to own things own things- so I must be someone who can afford ...

Surprisingly, in the weeks since my last post I have had probably the most eventful period in recent history. At some point I will have to document all of this thoroughly, but a short recap: 1. I went on a few more dates, I think. At least talked to several more guys online and eventually realized that I am unhappy with the field of dating so I bought my first vibrator. This is still in a mailbox that I haven't checked- probably since the last time I posted. I am very bad about checking my mail at this new apartment. 2. I attempted to go on a trip by myself after being cancelled on by two of my closest friends. One of the cancellations was slightly more upsetting than the other, but the most upsetting part was hitting a rock in the first hour of driving. I blew out two tires and the whole thing cost $1,200 plus two reservations that I could not get refunded. 3. Which led to three- I got a side job! I now grocery shop for other people for minimum wage in my free time to pay ...