Vive l’anarchie.
With a dopey look upon my face hanging out in my living room. I really wish I could paint my walls, but until then I guess I will just keep covering them up. I wonder what kind of housing I will get when I go to study abroad. I’m hoping for an old apartment building with beautiful molding up a few stories with an amazing view of the street below and the buildings around. Hoping.
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