today we got a notice from our landlord that our lease will be over at the end of next month. will we renew? no. jeanne is moving to philly and i don't want to live in this shitty place with a poor excuse for a kitchen.

but there are some things i will miss:

the spackle pouch on my ceiling.
the long hallway with the light on a string that Fig can reach if she jumps really high.
the fact that if you come to our apt you will undoubtably see jeanne in the bath, watching tv, or at the computer in her room and that you would see me, not here, in my bed, or more likely, in my bed.

there is something really special about living with your best friend, even if the hallway is lined with trash and the house smells like cat pee *it doesn't actually smell like cat pee, i'm using this for emphisis*. there is some thing specail about sharing space with someone you know so well. i know she placed the bills in a spot she will forget, on top of the microwave, or the heater.

jeanne is the only person that would understand the necessity for a bucket next to the sink for paintbrushes, and a box next to the toilet for misc. reading.

ther eare little conforts that make our house a wonderful place: salt in the living room. luxurious soaps stacked in a bin in the bathroom and everything else on the floor.

what a great experience this has been.

i can't wait to move out. hahhahaaa it's true.

right now i'm drunk on my bed wearing a brown tee shirt with a pocket that is too small and a pair of crushed velvet pink panties. jason is playing The Only Living Boy in NY on the guituar....and it feel slike the world is perfect.


just so you know, internet, St. Paul Street is a perfect place right now and I love it.

And i love you,
even my enemies.
xoxo
see ya