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Birthdays

For some reason I am very bad at birthdays. I am also flagrantly late.

Last year on my pal Gail’s birthday party I fell asleep and woke up at 10pm because she was calling me asking where my ass was. The party started at 7. I rushed the primping routine to get to south Williamsburg before dawn, hitting the liquor store on the way to scoop up as much wine as I could carry. I got there at midnight. We ended up having a fine old time and once again my chronic lateness was a great source of amusement.

I finally got Adam his birthday present almost one month late and was important that I show a bit of an effort since I’d spoiled his actual birthday so thoroughly. I ended up spending more money than I meant to spend thus raising the birthday present spending bar just a little higher than last year’s. I hope he doesn’t spend as much on me this year because at this rate we soon might not be able to afford one another.

Shopper’s Bulimia

This is the style lady for the Village Voice,Lynn Yaeger, the one who put a name on my disorder for me:shopper’s bulimia.This is the thing that I do. I buy clothes and return them or want to return them the instant I get them home and try them on in front of my harsh mirrors.

I try to read her column when I can because her personal look is so strange and I find it compelling to read about what such a strange looking woman thinks about fashion. She does dirty work, like me and she gets paid to write about her bad shopping experiences,unlike me, although she is positively, chirpily cheerful about it. I’m much more disagreeable than she in my reviews of badly staffed stores. She last wrote about trekking out to Target in Brooklyn to see the line by Alice Temperly Continue reading Shopper’s Bulimia

Saturday Morning

Here I am awake on a Saturday and I don’t want to be but I have to walk the dog. A. had business in the city so he couldn’t do it. Not that I’ve been to bed in a proper way, yet. I spent the night on the sofa by mistake,woke up and decided to watch the last 6 episodes of Californication that I missed.

I really meant to get to bed because we just bought a new down comforter (which replaces the pathetic little square of fabric we’d been huddling under for the last 6 months) and I wanted to luxuriate in it’s massive, king sized fluffiness…oh well tonight is another night.

Seriously this thing is really cool. I spent a bleak few hours in Target trying to find a duvet cover for it because of course we got the dry clean only kind and can’t afford to get it nasty or we will go broke on the dry cleaning bills. I don’t know what Target thinks it’s doing but it’s killing me. I swear there isn’t a worse stocked or staffed store in Brooklyn.It’s been here for ages now and you’d think it would realize it needs to re stock merchandise more than once a week because nothing is ever in stock. I had a choice of 3 duvet covers. 3. Paltry. 100 bucks for a color you don’t really want but have to settle for because there’s nothing else and we have a dog who thinks the new comforter is a great place to lick his areas on.

The sad and funny thing is that I had bought a full/queen sized machine washable and dryable comforter and a beautiful cover for 259.00 but A. thought it was too small and too expensive so I returned it. Truth is I bought the full/queen because I found this gorgeous cover marked down from 340 to 95 and couldn’t pass it up. So here we spent about 200 and yeah the thing is big. So big in fact that it kind of takes over the room. I know I’ll be grateful for its hugeness once it gets really cold out…I just wish I hadn’t settled on chocolate brown for the cover. I panicked! Green? Tan? Brown? Oh the choices! Thank you evil Target. The bright side is that the dog can lick himself all he wants on it and the dark color will hide his enthusiasms.

I have to go walk the dog.

You can’t live without it but some try to

oh toilet paper

My boyfriend’s younger brother has found his own place. Our living situation has gone back to normal. Or as normal as we can get,anyway. We seem to have toilet paper when we need it and coffee is lasting longer. I hadn’t met anyone who drinks as much coffee as Adam until I met Eli.That’s another story.

The problem of maintaining the toilet paper levels so that there was always a roll on the holder and at least one spare drove me nuts when we had 5 people living here. It just wasn’t happening and it led to ill feeling. The guys living here seem to think that buying toilet paper is not their concern.This amazes me as it is just one of those things you can’t live without like air. And as for souring roommate relations go it tops the toothpaste top being left off (a crime of mine, I am not perfect) and stealing food.
Toilet Paper–you’ve got to buy it to have it. There isn’t a T.P. fairy.
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