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Moving along

So, here I am.  9th floor of some building, in a friends of mines apartment.  The photography of the cityscape would be beautiful.  My camera is way down, in a car, at the parking lot.

We have moved back to my mothers house.  I suspect, if don't curb my interest, this will be what my weekends end up as.

I would not live in the cbd -- I can sense the value, or is it the sentiment of it?  I love my corridor.

I have corridor of places I'd live in:

killarney, saxonwold, rosebank, parkview, parkhurst, parkhood, parktown north and greenside.

*oh, that reminds me: I need to change my GPS location on my twitter account.

Anywho, it's only 8am on a Sunday, sippin' on some beer, planning to go to Emmarentia for Goldfish and 340ml.  Well I might go, not really sure.

This planning about where I am going to sleep is a tad bit of an inconvenience.

Somehow though, I feel driven, focused to put in some work --- get these other ideas of the ground.

We shall see in front.

 

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    • 21h26 Mon,
      02 November
      2009
    • matome 10 months ago

    lwg!!!

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