Bachelorette Pad
Monday, January 21, 2008, 11:41 AM
I’ve been living in my apartment for fourteen months now and I never managed to write an entry about it. Obviously the fact that my first love broke up with me the night I moved in managed to somewhat overshadow the thrill of my new liberty. That guy can ruin any happy day and make it all about him, can’t he. Attention whore.
The apartment I live in is situated in the middle of my little city, on the sixth floor of a hotel run by an evil dragon lady who will rip out your intestines with her tentacles if you ever have an issue with her. My room, in fact, used to be a hotel room and actually came with dingy orange curtains from the seventies. (It goes without saying I’ve replaced them with much cuter ones.) I have two windows, one looking directly into a parking building, the other overlooking a small garden and with a view of the white castle up on the hill. I have a baby blue couch, brown carpet, black and white bookcases, my bed in the corner, an antique table with chairs, a commode Serene and I painted golden, and rotating cool movie posters on my wall. It’s my dream bachelorette pad.
The only downsides to my place are its lack of balcony, buzzer to let people in downstairs, it’s fluctuating hot water supply, and the fact that the bar next door has a new stereo system with a bass that just kills me when need to go to bed before four a.m. (I do intend to drop by soon and let them know they’re all horrible people and are going to go to hell – or at least have terrible karma – if they don’t start being more considerate.) But despite its tiny, tiny flaws, I would never dream of giving up my home. If only I could be so tolerant with men, I wouldn’t still be single.
Its ideal location has made my apartment pretty much our home base for pre-partying drinks and chitchat, which is excellent also because it forces me to clean up every once in a while. I’m a reformed slob now! Well, a struggling reformed slob, I admit. I do think a dishwasher would make things easier. And a maid would make things much easier.
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