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I admit, I had no clue what was going on. A lot of volleyball-like serves and punching. And a lot of good looking men (with peas for brains, may I add), walking around the bar like peacocks, however none display an array of feathers at their back; instead, they adroitly slide up the staircase holding three pitchers of intoxicating juice without dropping a freaking morsel. I left Corinne at the bar with a lovely lass from Adelaide because I was hot as hanky and also was eager to return to the flat to give my roommate my one month notice of leave. YES. I AM GOING TO LIVE ON MY OWN FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! Excluding my good fortune in Calgary where I had a three bedroom apartment all to myself for one month, this is the first time where I - personally - have signed a lease, where I get to move my own bed in, where I get to garnish my refrigerator and freaking shelves with whatever the refrigerator-garnishing woman inside me desires! This is where I get to choose whatever I want to put up on my walls, where I get to sit on my balcony whenever I choose to and fart whenever I damn well please. Fifteen minutes ago I was worried. But my roommate was so comfortable with the news, revealed that she's had so many roommates it doesn't phase her, and that everything is hunky dory. And I have a new apartment. But I will be having at least seven guests in the next five months. And there's much to be done. Send subscriptions of Woman's World and Better Homes this way.
And I feel fine....... - 2004-02-23 |