and from this coop i fly

i might just have got my first true blue apartment on my own.

no roommates no guarantor no nothing but my own awesomeness to secure it.

im counting chickens

i dont know how much the rent will be.

it may be 1100 a month.

it may be 900

whatever it is...its mine

"she was tired of living in a box

...so she pack her bags with ribbons and strings and hats and scarves, rocks, and shoes, books and unopened glue-guns, a particular fat bullfrog and a fish named paul newman...

and she moved to...a bigger box

...she liked her bigger box"

oh yes...she liked it very much

abode

i live in a box

its a nice box, which i have decorated with hats and scarves and paintings by my sister.

i rarely have company in my box...which sounds like i don't get laid.

i keep piles of books on my nightstand because i have no bookshelf.

i keep my underwear in a 15 year old travel trunk because i have no dresser

i my trunk i also have six pairs of new shoes i have never bothered to break in, my entire collection of cd's and movies, empty spice jars for the kitchen i don't have, a parasite cleansing kit for the worms i probably have (you probably have them too), old journals dating back to 1993, several old bathing suits that i will never wear and my old hair-dyeing towel...just in case.

i'm like a fucking squirrel except i don't horde nuts...that also kinda sounds like i don't get laid.