|a many a year has passed and goned
||[Dec. 5th, 2006|06:18 pm]
samantha strawberry hill
sitting at home listening to freewheelin bob dylan. somethings don't change. the perfect album. there are few albums like this one that just kill me. every song. dylan has another brilliant album, blonde on blonde that is also auditory glory, brian and i often think of perfect alvums that we love every song.... luckily we agree on many of these albums. and i love him.|
today we checked out the house on carlton st. we all love it. it's this little row house from colonial times. 3 floors and a basement. two bedrooms two fireplaces. and a gas stove that brian has a huge boner for. a washer and dryer. no microwave or closets to speak of. not much space but we dont need that much. ah swet freedom that house could bring me. tomorrow we'll submit the papers for approval( oh please can we be apporved and quickly) and give them the deposit.
last night several shitty things happened. i don't know if anyone else has noticed but it's quite cold outside. we took the subway to the northeast with joanna to go to dan's. when we got to dan's after a long ride then a bus ride and sat enjoyed a beer brian realised he didnt have his wallet. and we were certain that he brought it. someone had stolen it. i'm pretty sure it was this sketchy dude who bumped into us on the platform. so we walked back to the subway in the cold feeling a bit bitter about the loss. it wasn't much money(50 dollars it is alot but we arent having the severe money problems we used to and it didnt harm us physically that it was taken). we put our tokens in and go up to the doors. they are locked. we don't know what bus to take and we have no moeny. so we walk back to dan's and luckily catch up with joanna and dan or else we would have never found his house. they give us money and little information. we take a bus back to the station. we try to figure out where to catch the el shuttle. we miss it just when we get there. so we wait around and this girl comes up to us to bum a cig. her name is randy. she used to have a herion addiction which ended with her being arrested for stealing to feed her addiction. she is currently trying to get an apt. with her boyfriend because they both need a home. she thought we were cool and said that artists need to stick together because we are understanding. she asked for our number i wrote it on her hand. i do not expect a call. oh well. we caught the bus and 40 minutes later walked home. we realised brian had to id so he couldnt sign me in. so we called connor. he is being a major asshole to me lately but i am glad he helped me out. i hope he stops soon. i dont want to live with another person who resents me.
i need a job, a home, and the fivehundred free stickers i ordered. yep.