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Effective three days from now, I will have this house completely and entirely to myself. This means I am free to listen to very lous music, walk around with no pants on, actually keep my door open, and many, many other pleasant things. If I had friends, I would throw a party.

My only reservation regarding this is my previously mentioned paranoia. No longer will I be able to justify the creak and groans and movements of the house as my housemates. I could legitimately be robbed, raped or killed. Because hey, one eighteen year old girl in a big empty house, who wouldnt try that, amirite?

So, my faithful guard Chihuahua is my first line of defense. I think I need to bring back the cricket bat from Mum's place.

[oh] :: YEAH ::

I really need to stop having dreams wherein I have sex with my friends. They kind of freak me out a bit. Mostly because that's a good example of a, my blatant need to get laid, b, some sort of sooper seekrit sexual attraction to my friends. Which, okay, yeah, I've always had a gutter mind and I'm one of those dirty people who wonders what so and so will be like in bed ten minutes after I met them, whatever, I'm a freak, who cares.

I just dont fucking know.