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Reality-TV spin off called the move of Emmuzka, part one.

In the next lot from where I'm moving to is an abandoned building. (or not so much abandoned than owned by the city and left for it's own devices) Or there was, because today somebody set it on fire. What a good, promising start.

There is a liver casserole (a pretty decent food that is also commonly bought as dog food) in my fridge that reads 4.5.2006 as it's expriration date. I live in fear that some nigt it will walk out of the fridge on it's own and strangle me or something.

Managed to beat down ensemle a huge wooden IKEA jewelry box without drawing blood. Feel like a winner.