After re-reading this blog entry, I came to the conclusion that it was boring and uninteresting. So rather than disappoint my "fans" with a less-than-stellar entry, I rewrote it using a thesarus. Watch out for my $5 dollar words -- my smartness will blow you away.
I do not retain an accomodation yet. Auspiciously when I told my cohort, Katherine, that I was going to be reposing on my matriarch's pull-out chesterfield until I found an abode she told me she was going to France for a fortnight and needed an auxiliary for her very necessitous grimalkin. So here I am, persisting tariff-gratis through the terminus of April on the Loftier West Ancillary.
I surmise I may have found my own berth but I'm waiting for approval from an addressee conclave. It's an august cooperative -- ample passable chamber for my behemothic, ostentatious-ferrous divan, passel windows and a laundry lodging on the establishment -- but it has one detriment. It is veraciously two ingots abroad from my ex-paramour's commorancy. Kind of brings the propinquity's estimation bottomward a smidgen, don't you acquiesce? It's all I can incur fortwith, though.
Nevertheless, I miss Las Vegas but I'm relishing being back in my terrain. I have to go put maquillage on momentarily. I'm departing.
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