Self-indulgent musings of a social retard.

I feel like I've got to get out of San Francisco. I'm starting to suffocate, and get antsy. I'm overdue for a move. I found some actual HOUSES that I can afford to buy in Brooklyn. But I want to live in Manhattan.

Uprooting Bink from the only place she's ever known seems unfair, though she says she'd like to live in New York.

We'll see.

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