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2004-11-22 - 2:33 p.m. I’ve been feeling such discontent about my surroundings lately: the urge to pick up and go somewhere different and new, not necessarily away from Buffalo per se but at least to a new apartment away from the ghetto. I want to live somewhere I don’t have to worry about keeping my car empty of anything anyone might consider worth having. Where I don’t have to keep my door locked and hide my wallet near my person for fear that there is someone breaking into the house because many random things have been missing. Somewhere where my downstairs neighbor is not a drug dealer with people knocking and honking horns at all hours of the day and night. I want to live somewhere where I can control the cleanliness of my house: somewhere where cigarette butts in the shower and ashes ground into the carpet will not be found. Somewhere where there aren’t litterboxes on either sides of the toilet that are never changed. Somewhere where stray cats aren’t let into my hallway, permeating it with the potent smell of urine. I want a bedroom that is big enough to fit my belongings and Chris,’ big enough to fit a nice big bed for crazy sex and good sleep. I want a bedroom without slate blue walls and a crummy carpet. I want a closet with room to stack my shoes in. I want a kitchen with cupboards that are low enough for me to reach, a sink with water that gets warm. I want a kitchen with a counter for kneading bread and pilots on the stove that light without matches. I want a kitchen with garbage cans instead of little plastic shopping bags. And if I ever get this apartment I want roommates that don’t critique my relationship with my boyfriend and call me servile when I cook for him. I want the ability to streak from the shower, give my boyfriend a lap dance on the couch, fuck on the living room floor if I want to. I want accessories with this house: shiny new pots and pans I can make bright vegetable soup in, slender goblets to serve rose wine in, a teapot that whistles, an expresso maker, a big chef’s knife for chopping fresh herbs. I want mirrors for the walls and drawers under the bathroom sink for toiletries and hair products and makeup. Next to the entrance I want a key rack and hooks for scarves and coats. I want heated oil diffusers for mandarin and vanilla scented oils. In my bedroom I want a thick plush carpet, exotic lights, a thick comforter and lots of pillows. I want a headboard to grab onto and candles on a big dresser. Oh, but I am dreaming… P.S. Related posts: Dream House, Nadezhda.
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