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My metrosexual is moving out.
I can hear him and his friends banging around, rolling furniture on the dolly out to the truck, vacuuming. Excuse me, why are you vacuuming? Like I'd notice dust bunnies.
Which leaves me with a half-empty house. No metrosexual at all. Not that I'm going to try to find a new one of those. But I wouldn't mind a housemate of some kind.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigjohnsf suggests I get in touch with "the Hayward Bear Mafia." Oh, how I wish there were one.
In other news, I can still not speak above a whisper. I got yesterday's audition moved to Monday night, but now I'm worried that I won't be able to speak even then.
Which leaves me with a half-empty house. No metrosexual at all. Not that I'm going to try to find a new one of those. But I wouldn't mind a housemate of some kind.
bigjohnsf suggests I get in touch with "the Hayward Bear Mafia." Oh, how I wish there were one.In other news, I can still not speak above a whisper. I got yesterday's audition moved to Monday night, but now I'm worried that I won't be able to speak even then.
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