You know when you think you've messed up?

I think I've messed up.

So I'm convinced that this house hates me.

Living with Jayne isn't so bad. I like it, we're alike enough that we'll do the same sort of things/listen to the same music/watch the same shows/eat the same foods. But I swear, picking rooms was hard! And I think I got the bad one.

The annoying thing is I picked first cause Jayne took two more days to get here than I did.

This is not fair.

Evil room of death. It's stealing my shoes. And the bookcase keeps toppling over. The radio turns itself on.
Haunted house of horror. That's what this is.

You know, I'd never thought about having a journal -I only use lj for roleplay.

But it's easiest when making things I suppose. Like communities.

Her: You need to get one.
Me: Don't be silly.
Me: What will I do with a journal?
Her: Post your dirty sex dreams?
Her: Keep a diary?
Her: Do some funky memes?
Me: I'm sold.

I think I'm really easy.