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I wrote this a week ago. It still holds true.

**Note: So let me just start out by saying that I am now certain, that there is a ghost in this apartment. And he, or she, or mosaic...is certainly not a fan of the rock band Poison. Not at all.


So it's Thursday, wow. I didn't realize that until about thirty minutes ago. I think it's funny how I haven't had a clue what day it has been....all week. Nor the time. I actually sat in the semi-dark yesterday for 4 hours, trying not to let...Eileen get the best of me.



**Note: Who is Eileen? Thank you for asking, I will tell you. Well, one time I went ghost hunting, which is where I go to a haunted place...and scare the crap out of myself, and the person next to me. Eileen is the spawn of one of those trips. A ghost hitchhiker if you will. I threw a cigarette at her once....I didn't look back to see if she lit it.

I think she sleeps on the couch, because I get this weird feeling every time I walk into the living room. I get it now. I had to type it to get it...she sleeps in the living room, to feel...alive?

Yeah, there's a ghost.

She used to be so warm and friendly too....we never had problems. She might be PMSing, I'll let it go. I will say one thing though...despite her blind hatred for Poison...I'm almost certain the little footsteps I hear when I play Michael Jackson's "Thriller" are her dancing. The girl's got taste.

Want to know something funny? The day we picked her up...I asked her what she wanted to listen to, and the CD case opened to Led Zeppelin's-Presence album...

Rock n' Roll soul, that one.

The new Blohan movie comes out tomorrow. I'm excited, and I think I've solved it already. I've been sitting here...almost all day...trying to figure it out. Because I want to ruin it for other people, you know...that's just fun to do. I'm almost certain it's the boyfriend. It has to be...the silhouettes have the same chin. They do, I swear...Google that shit.


So did my mom tell you? The anniversary of her first date is coming up...Jesus Christ, I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning let alone my first date. Thats cute though...It's always good when people remember. Borderline "OMG IT'S THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE FIRST TIME WE HELD HANDS IN PUBLIC"....kind of obsession. However they are married, not 14 years old in high school.
So I guess it's okay.

Jovany asked me if when I go to NYC I wanted to split a 3 bedroom apartment with him and another girl...I can see this. BOTH of them will try to steal my shoes...and my haircare products.

It's okay though, at least I know I'll never leave the apartment looking like absolute trash.

Jovany: "Katie, where the hell are you going in that last season cardigan?"
Me: "To get some coffee?"
Jovany: "Not in those heels your not!"



I cannot wait :)