Why I am *so* unenthused about reality:

Mushy poems dedicated to the one I love

In Berkeley, landlords figure that everyone is a student desparate to live close to campus, so they price their flea-traps accordingly: expensive.
Of course, I am not a student, nor am I desparate, so that leaves me with a bit of a conumdrum: I have no especial liking for traps - flea, rat, or otherwise, yet I need to live in Berkeley for job purposes.


Oooo!! Here's something exciting (not) for those of you with too much time on your hands!



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