2002-08-23 10:31 p.m.
My Architectural Clock Goes Tick-Tick
My friends got a new apartment. I mean a new new apartment.
TheBoy and I went over there tonight and I coveted their appliances. New dishwasher, new (gas) stove, new fridge, new WASHER AND DRYER (my apartment has one -- coin-op, three floors down and leaks all over the damn place). If they didn't want a year lease and weren't in quite such a bad neighborhood and I thought the cat could hack the stairs, I'd think about it as a waystation to The House of my Dreams.
My architectural clock is getting totally out of hand here. It's getting to the point where I react to the smell of fresh paint the way some women react to baby smell.
Then when I got home there was a fresh load of house porn in the mailbox. This doesn't help, people!