another one bites the dust.

much delayed aloha to 2009! Its been several months I know, but you can only blame that on two things: my ability to crack on the bb w/willie and (drum roll,please) me writing my 1st book. I'm not going to divulge much about it, but I will say that Ld had suggested the title be "international in non-refundable." Take of this what you will. So let's get to it, heaps has happened since September!
-I've moved to Pittsburgh. With moving comes leaving my fabulous (tiny) apartment in my city love and getting a new (slightly larger, I have a kitchen, porch & fireplace) apartment. Also, with new apartments come new neighbours. In Chi, all of my neighbours were so fabulous. My favourite was an emaciated lady who was always out front, watering the grass, chain smoking & drinking stella. The people in my new building, not so much. The man downstairs has a penchant for metal music. I've been to a helmet concert before so I can appreciate that someone can be into that. What I don't appreciate is his surround sound in which he plays this music on, especially at times such as 3 am. I could always go crazy & stomp on the ground for him to stop, but instead I usually swig benadryl & bury my head under the covers. This leads me to my above neighbour. I have several theories about this one...the person who lives above me is one of the following:
a) highly overweight & when they walk it sounds like the ceiling is going to implode. If this is the case, I apologize for getting on my sassy horse & bitching about them.
b) they have tourettes and enjoy sporadic outbursts of bouncing around the house like tigger with construction boots on.
c) it is a couple that has the worst, quickest, jack rabbit sex in the world. And their bed must be in the middle of their living room.
d) my personal favourite, if it is a couple, they are breaking up and the girl is throwing a temper tantrum, stomping around the apartment and slamming doors because she is heartbroken just 3 days before valentines.
Whatever the situation maybe, I was thinking of bringing them a goodie basket so I don't have to be terrified they will end up falling through my apartment. Perhaps it will be filled with cupcakes, in case they are in fact on the heavy side, benadryl, in case they do have tourettes, and vodka, so either their sex gets better and quieter or the girl can find a more reasonable way to cope with her heartbreak.
-with moving comes newfound responsibilities, such as cooking, cleaning, and laundry. Since college, if I didn't live at home I would get my laundry sent out to be done. Or until I went home for Woods comma Elle to do it. A couple of weeks ago I got the idea that I needed to be more domesticated. You'll be happy to know I've over come my fears of purchasing home furnishings, well at least small ones like coaster and picture frames. And closet organizers and porch lights. Anyway, back to the laundry. A couple Friday nights ago I did what any single gal with no set life in their new city would do: try something new. For me this was staying in doing laundry & playing coy, texting with my inappropriate, undisclosed crush. Four loads in, no flooding or major catastrophes, and a couple hopeful texts later, I was feeling pretty good with my new found domestic goddessness. That was until I got to the last load. As I do when I need extra security, and when I'm waiting for an adorable man to text back, I took my phone with me to finish the wash. Unfortunately for me I washed my bb with the duvet cover. Of course I didn't notice right away and when I did it felt like my 2nd born had drowned. He didn't dry out and I was forced to get a replacement. Thank goodness for insurance. Oh, and the crush went from hot to not. Too bad they don't give your heart insurance for crushes.
That's all I got for now...I'll be updating more frequently as things happen but until then...xx