I've been talking so much about my new homo, that as a house warming gift I will post some pictures of it... Erm, it's not a house, though.. Just a small brand new
castle apartment in an old building that was totally renovated, and I am the first to occupy it. I guess you could say it was a virgin, and I'm the first. Must I really have to label these? I think nOt. Oh, in case you can't really tell, hard wood floors throughout!
And they are da originals from this 1930's building. (pictures click larger if'n yee wanna snoop)
Thar ya go, maties... Everything is unpacked, I may re-arrange in the future, but for now this is what embraces me on a daily basis... In my lil corner of the world... Where I keep all my stuff. It's full of light, and bright, and I can lay in bed and look out the window at night..
Which is particularly delicious when it's snowing/raining. It feels peaceful and I look forward to watching thunderstorms as tornado season approaches.
Jo, how do you like the shelves they installed this past week? Looks a lot better, dunnit? Once I start seeing plants in the stores, I will purchase several and place them strategically throughout my homo. I have always loved plants, they add such a IdontKnowWhatTheFuckToCallit ambiance and they give me someone to talk to... they each have their own life stories to tell, and some are just hilarious!
WHAT? You don't talk to your plants? Oh come on now, don't be a horticulturally uncaring whore.. Plants are people just like us.
I did end up staying in last night and Alex came over, we watched "Puss n Boots". Whatta cute movie it twas.. Then after he left I watched "Black Swan" because I had heard so much hype about it.. 1) It was discopointing after all the palaver I'd heard about it. B) The sex parts were erotic and I appreciate that in a movie.. And 3) I didn't understand the plot at all, I mean all I got out of it was that her mother was a controlling bitch vicariously living through her daughter to the point of developing delusions of insanity and finally kills herself. What? That was... that was it? No freaking way!! Get the fuck outta here..
But then I question why that other chickie gave her some acid in the club and "dined out" back in her boudoir whilst her controlling bitch mama was in da house... I mean who would really do that with yo mama in da house? Ewww..
NO freaking way! Get the fuck outta here! AND did they really have sex?
It don't matter.
Didn't really like the movie AND I hate it when the main character with a nice body is always sweaty.
I wont be watching the likes of that birdcrap, again. "Puss" was way better.. (but then, it always is, innut? hee hee)
Well I am going to put a potta chickie stewing on da stove for chicken & dumplings for dinner. For me, that's comfort food. Anyone wanna come by?
Have a sunny but not runny great Sundee.