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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Nuevo York

Guess who's visiting the big city this weekend!


48 hours of Lisa, John, Jen, Des, and..........


Yep. My favorite Texas-living lady's back North of the Mason-Dixon line for a mere handfuls of hours.

Shopping, eating, wandering around...this is going to be awesome.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

European Men

Better than The Rules?

Monday, October 11, 2010

A (Mon)Day In the Life

Happy Here-Have-a-Blanket-Day!

Despite the political incorrectness of Columbus Day, I'm more than happy to celebrate with a day off. And oh, what a day it was. The kind of day I wish was everyday but don't because it'd become boring after a while.

Around 8:30 I woke up without an alarm, snuggled up with Georgie & Henry purring away & stretched for a good half hour in bed. Without rushing, I hopped off to a morning ballet class. 90 minutes of twirling, leaping, and jeteing later I found myself in a bath with a crossword.

Since I had no plans until evening, to The Coolidge it was. A nice dose of Woody Allen made me feel like a normal, relatively un-neurotic person so I went to where I can once again indulge in my neurosis....The Booksmith.

The rest of the evening I spent having pizza with Kim & meeting up with the gals for some long chats, coming home, carving a pumpkin & watching The GG. rejuvenating. Time to head to bed for some snuggle time with the furry babies & a Vonnegut I haven't yet read.



Monday, October 04, 2010

There's a Rosebud in My Bathtub...

...and other idiotic things that came into my mind today.

What a weekend! I did next to nothing out of the ordinary & it was awesome. Cleaned the hell out of my apartment. Had lunch with friends. Went to ballet on Sunday morning. Looked at real estate.

Wait, what? Didn't you just move?

Yep. And won't be again for a while but want to get a head start on what to expect to pay in this neighborhood.

You don't make shit. How are you going to afford to buy a home? Prostitution? Prostitutes with big boobs make a lot of money so you could do quite well for yourself.

Nothing illegal or demoralizing.

Don't try it til you knock it.

So yeah, I happened to stumble on to an open house in an old Georgian I used to walk by everyday. Unfortunately, I don't have 1.1 million dollars laying around...and then some because the decorating desperately needs redone. Hunter green wallpaper in the bedroom and carpet. Boo. Carpet.

Anyway, walking home a little bummed that my Barbie Dream House was a bit of a let down (also, no working fireplace in the master bedroom), I came upon another open house. A little bit more in my price range but still not really my style. Building is from the '60s & while it was okay, I really don't need a 2 bedroom. One is enough for me right now. No roommates necessary. I will say, though, that the set up was nice in that the second "bedroom" was more of a space for a desk & small bed for guests.

Ha ha ha! You don't have guests.

True. Which is all the more reason to stick to just enough space that I need.

So realtor lady & I chatted it up a bit & turns out that she has a one bedroom across the street from where I live now in a lovely building for a lot closer to what I expect to pay (or possibly could). The lay out is fantastic. And while I'm not currently looking to move immediately, she said that units in that building with that lay out open up from time to time.


You know what's not 'YAY'? The movie Happiness. Holy shit. This is fucked up. "Dark Comedy" is a bit of a stretch. I mean, I get how this is hilarious because it's just so weird & twisted, but um, some of the subject matter is just wrong. Lots of really really wrong.

And with that I will tuck myself in & hope to hell that I have no Happiness dreams. Eek.

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Friday, October 01, 2010


That's a lot of posts!

I think I need more New Order. Also Patty Griffin & Dar Williams.

More's 5 o'clock & time to skip on out of the South End for 62 hours.

Back to my wee cozy nook in Brookline.