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what a commitment

I had a letter waiting for me when I got home today from my apartment complex. No, it wasn’t an apology letter for my lock getting changed without anyone telling me, because that’d be ridiculous. It was a reminder that my lease expires on 2/29/08, and an offer to renew my lease for either 6 months or (wait for it) 17 months. Ideally, I’ll find a new place closer to Minneapolis (or even in Minneapolis) when it’s moving time, but it not, it’s good to know I can renew this lease, since according to the paperwork this particular management company “strives to create well maintained affordable housing”.

It took a total of four people to help me paint my living room, dining room, and bedroom, and if I’m going to be moving, I should probably get started now. I know it’s going to take me a hell of a lot more time to cover these greens and blues in a beautiful white shade, and with my mastered skill of procrastinating, it means I’ll be painting the night before I move out. At least when I started painting, I either A) hadn’t purchased any furniture or B) had it all at my previous homestead. Either way, piling all of my current living room furniture in the middle of the room while I do some painting does not sound fun to me. At all.

In fact, now that I think about it, I’m certain there’s light green paint on my carpet in more than one spot. Painting drop cloths? Not for me, I guess!

I’ll be renting again, because I have no bidness at all being responsible for my own home repairs. Since knowledge is power and all that jazz, I’m sure it’d be easier once I learned how to do things like install a ceiling fan (because I love them), but in the meantime, I’m on the hunt for an awesome apartment for an awesome price somewhere in the 612 area code. Unless, of course, one of you want to sell your home in exchange for knowing you’ll have done a great service to Riley and I.

snippets of awesome

You know why I love my friends? Example #6940687.

Here’s a small example of AIM conversation snippets Jenni and I have had since Monday.:

Jenni: ORANGE
Me: I LIKE SIX
Jenni: I LIKE FRIENDS
Me: god, we’re awesome.
Jenni: i know!!

Me: dude, i found a new job, if only i was 7 years younger: http://minneapolis.craigslist.org/tfr/424461087.html
Jenni: HELL YES
Jenni: hardcore is phasing out. um, what??
Me: hahaha.
Jenni: i don’t believe it.

Jenni: my shirt’s maroon, which is kind of purple.
Me: mine’s brown, which looks like purple poop.

Me: hahahaha. dude. why was i farting at people when they walked around the lake?
Jenni: because you’re awesome.
Me: I LIKE FRIENDS. that’s why.
Jenni: i think they were farting because it was a first date?
Jenni: ORANGE

Me: ACTIVATING FRAUD.
Jenni: COMMENCE ILLEGAL ACTIVITY

That last snippet? Totally non-fiction.

he’s a plus sized boy

With the weather being as cool as it’s been in my neck of the woods lately, Riley gets to go a lot more places – more trips to the pet store, more running quick errands, and more visits to the dog park since he doesn’t get so hot this time of year. I mentioned this the other day via Twitter, but will mention it again here.

I see all of these designer cat carriers and fancy-schmancy dog tote bags, and I can’t help but feel like dog accessory companies are forgetting that big dogs are high maintenance, too! Not that I would do it on anytime but a special occasion and/or event of some nature, but sometimes Riley likes to wear t-shirts. More often than not, my only source for couture (did I just use that word?) for my pooch has to somewhere on the Internet.

This is what I get for turning on my computer at home for the night and getting sucked into actually working from home when I should be, you know, sleeping from home.