wake up to "ruff ruff", little more earpearcing than that, on a brick bed... thinking about my cosy adorable room upstairs with INTERNET, why did i move to the dungeon-y basement again? I came home last night, crept downstairs, like looked around and thought "oh man this is sweetttt." until i looked into the closet and all my homeless clothes neatly folded in piles on this hideous dresser.
ok ill be honest, i dont even want to stay in the basement right now, i just want to re-decorate it and make it cool and funky, and then at that point, we will see. currently my back aches, i feel sleep deprived with Oscar ruffing ruffing all hours of the sleepless night, and now I am shlepping furniture from my room- top of the house, THIRD floor, to my "new" "better" room- four flights down. to the dungeon, although my dad promises me internet down there , and I have convinced him a trip to IKEA the only way to do it.
so if youll excuse me I'm only in toronto for a wk, meaning a few things- this renovation has a deadline, alot of shopping needs to be done, i am getting my hair done (finally) today in yorkville
and ps. Oscar transitioning from my mini-apt to this fo hill house is like bizarre, i nvr know wat floor he's on or what carpet he's gonna poo on next.
