so
even if i don't get that apartment, i feel l.ike there's hope. i looked around at the astoria long island city listings, and can't wait to set up appointments. i'm tired of tip toeing around a place i pay to live in.
the roomies have smoked up such a pot storm i've resorted to stuffing a towel under my door. the only trouble with that are the seams on the top and sides of the door.
oof. now they've turned the mood music on, and have retired early to their quarters. the rentals left ages ago, after taking me on a trip to astoria to visit my aunt. let's see - what esle happened lately?
Friday i crashed early. I don't know why i was so pooped. Saturday I was up and out the door after The Confrontation. Ask me the next time you see me, but let's just say this is why i'm ready to move. NOW. Out of principle I left the seedlings on the dining room table. I plan to move them Monday when I get home early. (I want to stop and see brokers in Astoria/LIC and then install a lock on my bedroom door.) I repotted the theatre mug with a pot I picked up in China town. I realized there was only one I shouldn't have touched after I repotted all three. (The other two were FIT mugs. For god's sake. Doofus head.)
Saturday Erin took me to the doogie park with Ophelia. I say took, since I had as much fun as the pooches. Then we headed to that other country, Brooklyn. Don't ask me where BAM is, but luckily we found it after enjoying dinner at El Pollito (or something like that) on 5th ave. Midsummer Night's eve was so good I laughed until my mascara was gone.
Ok, so my brain is completely scatterbrained right now. Trying to watch the Sopranos and type is not conducive to coherent sentences. Neither is the Sleepy Tea I started sipping away at earlier. I picked it up in Jackson Heights, and it's Chamomile on steroids.
posted by irene @ 3/21/2004 09:05:00 PM
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