Thursday, March 04, 2004
Being Lucky
Well hello!
The chaos is slowly coming to a halt. I can breathe again without my chest hurting. My stomach doesn’t feel as though it’s twisted up in a hundred knots. And my muscles are finally starting to unkink themselves from carrying box after box after box down four flights of stairs. The move was a pain in my ass, but it went smoothly and it is OVER. Who could ask for anything more?
The new pad is looking mighty spiff! We are in the midst of organizing and decorating and personally, I am loving every second of it. My parents are coming to visit on Saturday and they are bringing a shit load of new furniture for me. They even agreed to pay for it all as a housewarming gift. They are so generous and wonderful to me all the time. I am so lucky to be their son. If it weren’t for them, I would be sleeping on shit covered rags in my brand new apartment.
Last night I chilled with Ari for a bit after work. When I had to go home, guess what? I walked! She and I are now neighbors and I can walk home from her apartment! WEIRD. I haven’t had a neighbor friend since I moved into this city, so it’s pretty exciting to have one that is such a good friend of mine.
My most favorite part about the new apartment? My bedroom. It’s very big and spacious and I could roll around naked on the floor all day. If it weren’t for my squealing hamsters, I would probably get a good nights sleep as well. Gonna have to let those little bastards go in the subway I think. (Just so we are clear, I am not talking about Jim or Poopsie – they are my loves) Last night I woke up to find Poopsie brutally murdering one of the other bastard hamsters that lives in his cage. I scolded Pooper and told him to leave the other hammies alone. He looked at me with the cutest eyes I have ever seen. How could I resist? I told him to beat the fuck out of whoever he wants and I will dispose of the body.
He owns me.
My least favorite part about the new apartment? The fridge. It’s like mini size. I mean, it’s a full fridge with a freezer and stuff, but its tiny size. I tower over it by a good foot. I didn’t even know that they made fridges so baby sized. Guess I’m going to have to walk on my hands and knees all day to get used to it. Not that I’m not on my knees all day to begin with. I mean please! I blow everything I see. But I never swallow. Hork.
Th e sexiest part about the new apartment? Well, me. How could you be so ignorant as to even ask?
The smelliest part about the new apartment? The litter box for the cat that lives with us. But of course!
There are a ton of great looking restaurants in our area and I canna wait to try them all! On our first day in the new pad, Ari ordered a pizza and soda and had it delivered to our place. I mean, how AMAZING is she? I ate every slice thinking how lucky I am to have a friend like her. We also found another pizza place that serves super thin slices. It’s like eating pizza on a cracker except that it tastes like pizza and not crackers. You understand. And you love it.
So here we go!
A new apartment, a new lease on life, a new chance at starting over.
Bring it on baby. Bring. It. On.
(it’s already been BROUGHTEN!)
Well hello!
The chaos is slowly coming to a halt. I can breathe again without my chest hurting. My stomach doesn’t feel as though it’s twisted up in a hundred knots. And my muscles are finally starting to unkink themselves from carrying box after box after box down four flights of stairs. The move was a pain in my ass, but it went smoothly and it is OVER. Who could ask for anything more?
The new pad is looking mighty spiff! We are in the midst of organizing and decorating and personally, I am loving every second of it. My parents are coming to visit on Saturday and they are bringing a shit load of new furniture for me. They even agreed to pay for it all as a housewarming gift. They are so generous and wonderful to me all the time. I am so lucky to be their son. If it weren’t for them, I would be sleeping on shit covered rags in my brand new apartment.
Last night I chilled with Ari for a bit after work. When I had to go home, guess what? I walked! She and I are now neighbors and I can walk home from her apartment! WEIRD. I haven’t had a neighbor friend since I moved into this city, so it’s pretty exciting to have one that is such a good friend of mine.
My most favorite part about the new apartment? My bedroom. It’s very big and spacious and I could roll around naked on the floor all day. If it weren’t for my squealing hamsters, I would probably get a good nights sleep as well. Gonna have to let those little bastards go in the subway I think. (Just so we are clear, I am not talking about Jim or Poopsie – they are my loves) Last night I woke up to find Poopsie brutally murdering one of the other bastard hamsters that lives in his cage. I scolded Pooper and told him to leave the other hammies alone. He looked at me with the cutest eyes I have ever seen. How could I resist? I told him to beat the fuck out of whoever he wants and I will dispose of the body.
He owns me.
My least favorite part about the new apartment? The fridge. It’s like mini size. I mean, it’s a full fridge with a freezer and stuff, but its tiny size. I tower over it by a good foot. I didn’t even know that they made fridges so baby sized. Guess I’m going to have to walk on my hands and knees all day to get used to it. Not that I’m not on my knees all day to begin with. I mean please! I blow everything I see. But I never swallow. Hork.
Th e sexiest part about the new apartment? Well, me. How could you be so ignorant as to even ask?
The smelliest part about the new apartment? The litter box for the cat that lives with us. But of course!
There are a ton of great looking restaurants in our area and I canna wait to try them all! On our first day in the new pad, Ari ordered a pizza and soda and had it delivered to our place. I mean, how AMAZING is she? I ate every slice thinking how lucky I am to have a friend like her. We also found another pizza place that serves super thin slices. It’s like eating pizza on a cracker except that it tastes like pizza and not crackers. You understand. And you love it.
So here we go!
A new apartment, a new lease on life, a new chance at starting over.
Bring it on baby. Bring. It. On.
(it’s already been BROUGHTEN!)
