Thought it was appropriate--I'm afraid this old apartment isn't going to be pretty no matter how much I clean it--too many cigarettes, too many drinks, too many friends muddy shoes. Ah well, a memory for each one, so what the hell...
Joke of the day: How can you tell when a man is well hung? When you can just get your finger between the noose and his neck...
I was going to go on a rant today about the joys of unrequited love, but that's probably a subject best tackled when there's a little less post menstrual syndrome going on, and a little more sleep...
So instead, wish me luck, I'm moving--all the way from 5 to 6, about 25 ft in all, I think. ooh
But I've discovered that goals are bad--I just can't have 'em. The minute I set a goal, I set myself up to botch it up. Don't know why, but I think I'd best just keep flying by the seat of my pants--seems the best way to get anything done.
The bedroom's a disaster area, but the living room is empty. I figured out how to make a video tape play, so that's a good thing.
I'm exhausted, and it looks like Thom and Deedz went to S'toon for the weekend--who knew.
I did see Jae for five minutes tonight, that was nice--been weeks.
I've been thinking of Prince, Maxine Nightengale and Tigger--don't even ask, as the tale itself is more messed up than my house. Suffice to say, I indulged in idle flights of fancy for about-oh-two seconds, then reminded myself that the real world doesn't work that way.
Slow night at the club, though blue Sourpuss was a big hit.
Well, best get the posting done, then off to the new place to do some dusting...
Hugs, all, and an extra big one for that upcoming story challenge. If there's a song you want to do, mon chere, bring it on, I'm so game!!

The Old Apartment--Barenaked Ladies
Broke into the old apartment
This is where we used to live
Broken glass, broke and hungry
Broken hearts and broken bones
This is where we used to live

Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?
This is where we used to live

Why did you keep the mousetrap?
Why did you keep the dishrack?
these things used to be mine
I guess they still are, I want them back

Broke into the old apartment
Forty-two stairs from the street
Crooked landing, crooked landlord
Narrow laneway filled with crooks
This is where we used to live

Why did they pave the lawn?
why did they change the locks?
Why did I have to break it, I only came here to talk
This is where we used to live

How is the neighbour downstairs?
How is her temper this year?
I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun
I know we don't live here anymore
We bought an old house on the Danforth
She loves me and her body keeps me warm
I'm happy here
But this is where we used to live

Broke into the old apartment
Tore the phone out of the wall
Only memories, fading memories
Blending into dull tableaux

I want them back