morning, from Eastern Standard
was a bit drunk last night. there might have been phone sex, but I don't remember exactly. oh my. guess who will be at my pub bash tonight? the recipient of my call. it's ok, 'cause we're already shagging, but still...

this morning I have the pleasure of completing my move to the apt. unit one flight up. the guy who left the new place has left tons of shit behind. cans of paint, lamps, candles with fucking seashells embedded in them. nice, eh? I plan to take a photo of this hideous light fixture/ceiling fan and share it. truly frightening. did I mention lack of closet space up here? and my 'library' of clothing and shoes? (my brother's term) I honestly don't know how I'm going to sort thru this mess. but fuck it, it's my birthday tomorrow. and I'm going to London!

am researching pubs...will post info soon, but have to go get some breakfast after we're done moving. this is the second time I've moved in three months. what an incredible pleasure! brilliant.
( cackers, Sat 7 Feb 2009, 15:56, Reply)