so...i have had this massive bug up my ass to move into another apartment,but after careful speculation over my meager finances,i am not going to be able to afford the move.that being so,i have still been looking at apartments.i know it seems like i am being downright silly,since it involves me wasting not only my time,but the realtor's time as well.to be perfectly honest,i like to look inside the apartments,walk around in them and imagine what life i would lead there,where i would put this or that.i like to imagine what the last tenants did for a living,what they liked for breakfast,what they sang in the shower,whether or not they took advantage of that awesome porch in the back....and so on and so on.i also like to look at the adverts for apartments.i always have.it is the reason that so many people ask me for advice when they need to find an apartment in midtown.that and i have also lived in,or been inside of almost every building in midtown area.(i used to move...alot)so i just keep calling and making appointments to see places.if i start considering this a hobby,i might have to start looking at the expensive ones,just to see.
in other news,it has been a pretty good week.the weather hasn't felt anywhere near as much like fried hell as it usually does in june.i have been enjoying it immensely.wednesday was particularly nice,despite the grueling task that was scheduled.my best friend LL has,for many years,had rainbow coloured hair.guess who her colorist is.most of the time it is a slap and dab process,but twice a year there is another process that we tenderly refer to as the massive overhaul.the name only hints at how unpleasantly like hard labor this overhaul really is,though admittedly it is a labor of love. she took me to lunch first,and then we got down to business.
at least for the color-adding portion of the days festivities,i had boss helping me out and declaring herself my "dye monkey".it was alot more fun than the 6th floor of hell root bleaching portion of the day.we laughed our asses off,smoked cigarettes,ordered chinese food,and boss modeled selections from LL's splendid wardrobe,and tottered around on sexy-pie high heels.we were all dye spattered and laughing like drains.
when i left there,i was seduced by the smell of the jasmine and the mimosa trees, by the moonlight and the cool night air,i simply had to take a drive!right as i was getting underway, simone called.we had not really talked in a really really long time.so i talked to her as i drove my little circuit around the city.it felt like old times,like no time had passed at all.it was great.
when i got home i had just gotten off the phone with simone and slid into a saltbath when another old friend (whom i have known for a really really long time) called.around here we call him punchy,because he likes me to hit him during sex,but i would never tell him that.when i ask him why he was calling me so late,he said that he was in chicago and he was always up late in chicago.so we laughed and talked forever until my phone died of lost charge.so i climbed out of my bath and flung myself into my bed,and thought about what amazing people i have in my life,and about my silly hobby and why in the world i had felt the need to change everything around so much,or better yet,why i was having fantasies of moving away.maybe it was just mercury retrograde wreaking havok with my mind.(thank god that shit is over!)
life is good despite business(hair,tarot and such) being absolutely dead lately(usually is at the beginning of summer) i am broke as a joke,but all the bills are paid and i have alot of joy and beauty in my life.one side effect of being broke is the fact that i am definitely drinking alot less.i am having to be alot more creative to fill up my time,you know,all the time that i normally spend in dark smokey bar-type places.it is probably more healthy,seeing as i have to cook instead of going out and eating things that i am ignorant of the ingredients in.(please ignore the lack of sentence structure there)all i all,i guess that poverty suits me.gluh,i am starting to bore myself.
back to the ole grindstone.
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