I Moved!

Well, it's official, I have moved into the new awesome apartment. I also decided to hire a decorator to help me put a really fancy new spin on the place. So my decorator came over yesterday after I cleaned the crappy place and bid the movers goodbye. OK so maybe it wasn't a decorator but it was Rachel and she helped push couches around, and unpack boxes while I whined about how my feet hurt and took a shower. We went to Target (of course) and bought a shit ton of stuff. We went to happy hour and came back to my apartment after buying about 64 oz of energy drink, to build and arrange the shit I bought. Turns out that one slip cover didn't fit, so back to Target and another full cart of stuff. At the end of the day though I have new slip covers, throw pillow, rug, comforter, shams, curtains, curtain rods, bathroom cabinet, mattress pad, three pillows, and a lamp that me and Rachel bickered over for a good ten minutes. The place is looking GOOD if I do say so myself. I unpacked for a while today but lost steam so I went on a walk and then came to a coffee shop to pirate wireless since mine doesn't work at the new place. Damn you Clearwire! Also today I had the extreme pleasure of finding out that I'm not the only person who loves Hall and Oates (I'm excluding Tar Tar for arguments sake), Mr. A Kane ALSO loves H&O. We quoted Rich Girl back and forth. A. Kane, (if you read this) may I just say that if I didn't already love to tremendously, I love you tremendously now. Anyone who adores H&O is good in my book.

OK, I think that's all I have for now, my coffee is almost gone and I need to read texts from last night, and go grocery shopping yet.

Bye Bye

the crib!

OK, spoke to the landlord on the phone, I have until next Friday (the 19th?) to go look at the apartment and decide if I want to live there. I can tell pretty much unequivocally that I DO want to live there, but I suppose it makes sense to look at it none the less. She however ask me several semi embarrassing questions that make me an excellent renter,

1. Can you afford the cheap rent I will offer you?
2. Do you have a job?
3. Can I call since you may be lying about this job?
4. Do you live all alone with no room mates or LIVE IN BOYFRIENDS!?!?
5. Do you have any animals, which I countered with, CAN I HAVE A KITTY!?!? (The answer was yes by the way, except it can't be a tom cat that I don't "fix. My thought those was 'who the ef wants or even like tomkat, one's too short, and one's Katie Holmes)

So all in all pretty good convo. Now I just have to go take a peeksy and start packing all my shit. I hate moving and packing, so if anyone would like to volunteer to come up and help me move I would greatly appreciate it. I tend to pay any love birds who help me this way with loads of pizza and beer. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. Plus you can meet Sean Connery, or Sean-Con as Rachel calls him already. He will look like one of these little noodles:

GAHHHH

So apparently my friend's landlady is "very interested" in me. AWESOME. You know that this means I'm just one step closer to have a kitten named either finlayson or sean connery. Both for either a boy or girl. THEN I can officially grow into an old cat lady AND watch it do really cute stuff like this:


or something like this:


Oh Sean Connery, you skamp