i'm lookin' at the man in the mirror, i'm yours.

i'm slowly creeping my stuff in to the new apartment. my room has already been given the name, "anne frank's annex". it's more than half the size of my bedroom at home, but i intend to make the best of it. perhaps i'll play "holocaust" and sit quietly in my room and look at the photos of movies stars on the wall; possibly writing in a diary of some sort.

i just might be ready to live in the bea hive.