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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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well hello, miss rose.
Come on now. If it gets cuter than this, I DON'T NEED TO KNOW.
11:23:53 PM 
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the post in which she is both excited and sweaty, but only because of apartments.
Oooh!
Oooh!
We got the apartment we wanted!
(We move in June 1st. Please send boxes. Thank you.)
They called us all of four hours back after we submitted our application. I was so nervous it wouldn't work out, what with the suite in question being PERFECT and all.
A view!
A big deck!
Hardwood floors!
A fireplace!
A dishwasher!
So many things, really, that who can count?
And after checking out and reading about everything from...
Melrose Place-ish complexes where you kinda expect the old, pre-Housewives incarnations of Doug Savant and Marcia Cross to have a fight and shove one another in the pool Co-ops where everyone drinks wheatgrass, listens to Phish bootleg tapes, wears natural fibres and smells oddly of coriander
"Character" suites with three-foot ceilings, gargoyles in the bathroom, and a kettle drum for a stove Urban lofts full of stainless steel and women who cried when Carrie hooked up with Big in the last episode of SATC (but mostly because she broke her necklace moments before...) Beaten-down clapboard shacks where the roaches have their own half of the couch and YOU BETTER STAY ON YOUR SIDE "Adult" residences where old people beat on your walls if you breathe after 6 pm Boring template-ish apartments where the most creative element of your decor is the way you write your name on the tiny slip of paper next to your buzzer
... well, we're SO happy.
And the landlords? CUTE.
Not in a WHOA! Am I in a romantic comedy and why is he single if he's so nice and what kind of pain is he hiding and we will we find out by the end of the movie? kind of way, but just in a nice, reliable, wonderful way. I bet they like that Catherine is a bank manager and that I... I am a minister's daughter.
Lord knows, they are apparently more reliable than writers.
It's such a lovely spot. Did I already say that? We even have a birdbath, which would be SO fun were Cat not oddly petrified of birds. And trees! And a cute little phone alcove! And SO MUCH CHARACTER that you'd think Robin Williams was auditioning for the part.
I don't even know if I'll sleep tonight! So exciting!
Not that I normally sleep, or would be able to sleep even if I were a sleeper because IT'S SO HOT IN THIS RIDICULOUS APARTMENT and MUGGY.
I fear we'll rehatch the moths at this rate, or turn into a small banana republic (the political entity, not the store, though that would be awesome) where a short, impassioned dictator will try and take over the pantry closet.
But I need to try and rest, OH do I need to try, because fatigue is threatening to turn me into the human incarnation of the Zoloft blob (sans Zoloft.)
Love to all! Apartment decorating ideas welcome!
12:14:34 AM
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Meg Fowler.
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