Boris left on Sunday. Not before putting up an elementary-school-esque fight about everything (NO you can't use my vaccuum to vaccuum a few tiny shards of broken glass from the living room, YES you can vaccuum the rest of the living room but don't break my vaccuum it was a HUNDRED DOLLARS, you WILL pay me 6 days worth of rent because you get to move in 5.5 days early), but he left nonetheless. I will not miss Boris. Mostly because I had to sleep on a floor for 4 months because of him. But a little bit because he's a tool.I got a couch for $25 (twenny-fa-dolla) and a desk for $10 on Saturday morning. I feel like it's impossible to make it in Los Angeles if you don't have any access to CBS warehouse sales, guest lists with open bars, and other people's families that will cook you dinner. Unless you're a millionaire. Which lately I feel like I am anyway and it's not because of money, because I DEFINITELY don't have any of that.
We threw our intern Kelsi a baby shower today at EFG since she leaves on Friday (dreading that day) and played Pin The Sperm On The Uterus. I was so busy all day that before I knew it, it was 6:45 and I couldn't wait to escape WeHo and go snuggle on my 25 dollar couch in my jammies while watching Glee. Which is exactly what I did, until I got so caught up talking to Brady that I ended up ditching Glee for a self-serenade of Banana Pancakes. And the whole time I kept thinking about how comfortable I felt in this room, like I never left, not even for one day. I might even feel more comfortable in it now than I ever did before, partly because it's been so long since I've had a space that's all mine and partly because the last time I was here I was made to be uncomfortable in my own skin. It's been a year and a half since I've lived in this room, you know. That's a long time, and it was a very odd year and a half. Probably the most bizarre of my life so far. And it probably only gets more bizarre from here, right?
Gravity by John Mayer is playing. It reminds me of summer 07, in the car with Steph driving home from Thursday at the Square just as it was getting dark, the first time I ever saw GPN play live with Sam Roberts, staying at her apartment in Buffalo, the voicemail that I received that night, the den of my parents' house in the summer when the tree in the front yard makes the room glow green through the curtains...
Life has been so sublime the past couple weeks that under normal circumstances I'd be hesitant to shake things up for fear of waking up from the dream. But this time.......this time, I'm conducting a little experiment in which I totally let go of everything that brings me down. Starting with crazy programmed robot-people that never turn their business switch over to pleasure, and then moving right on down the line until all that's left is beauty.
we could close the curtains pretend like there's no world outside (and we could pretend that all the time)
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