"I'm spinning round the room in awe" ryan adams

Thursday, July 28, 2005

my forehead

linds: ohhhhhhh your forehead looks like it hurts, did you burn it?!

me: yeah...

linds: from your straightener?

me: noooo....the wok....

linds: the wok? like, the wok on the stove?

me: yeah, i burned my forehead on the handle of the wok.

linds: but....how?!??!

me: I preheated the oven, but the wok and pans and crap were in there, so i took them out and put them on the stove top. Later on, while leaning over to get my shit out of the oven I banged my forehead against the hot handle that has hanging over the edge of the stove because I am a moron...hence the odd burnt shape and bruise on my noggin.

linds: i can't believe that that actually happened and it took about five minutes to tell. only you...and stay away from the stove!!

(btw it still hurts)

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

where not to live

So………on Sunday Tanya and I found out where we don’t want to live…

Have you ever seen the movie “Do The Right Thing”? Yup, we started our apartment hunt in the heart of Bed-Stuy…hell, it’s all we can pretty much afford! We get out of the subway, look around, and see the fuzz roaming the street. Well, this can’t be a good sign. The crowds were restless on the streets and little Tanya and I were the only white girls around. I quickly hid my directions and grasped my cell phone for quick accessibility. We decided to bypass the first open house because clearly we didn’t belong. We dodged down a side street because we didn’t want to stroll down Bedford Ave for the third time, and walked right passed a store called “Blackland” which was conveniently located right next to the “Black Dollar Store”. No freaking joke. I was hyperventilating because this only happens in cartoons. I would have taken a picture if I wasn’t so damn afraid I would get shot. We turn another corner and see some poor woman arguing with the cops, and a beat down ensues.

Tanya and I bypassed several available apartments. Saw one and the rooms were too small and just in a not good location. We went to another and waiting forever in the sweltering heat for the house manager. I made some phone calls then and told my mom that if I didn’t call her in two hours, to call the cops.

We gave up and went to Williamsburg. We emerge from the stop and start walking and stopped at the diner. Finally, home! Ha. We love diners. So we talked about our adventures and decided where we didn’t want to live. After some eggs in various forms, we hopped on the L and headed to loft haven. We totally dug it and spent some time in the coffee shop across the street. As we were waiting for the house manager guy to show up a pack of twelve year old hoodlums swearing up a storm starting peering into the windows and sticking their heads in the open windows. Awesome. We checked out the lofts and loved them, though none were available yet for when we can move in. Siggghhh….

We hopped on the subway back to the city, but not without some closed tracks. I thought I saw Kirsten Dunst at Union Square though. We made it back to Hoboken and ate a box of ice cream, read trashy magazines, and I played online while Tanya read Harry Potter. Am I the only person in the world who hasn’t read a Harry book or have seen a Harry movie?

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

new ike songs

New Tuneage