i woke up early this morning and had some of the left over couscous for breakfast. the lawn mowers had started earlier than usual in the courtyard, which i suppose is a valid punishment for those, like me, with mondays off. we still had orange juice and that’s big. i read a few articles of [...]
Posts Tagged ‘apartment’
just the way things have been going lately…
Posted in short shorts, tagged apartment, breakfast, courtyard, couscous, jeremy, mondays, morning, news, orange juice on September 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Bookshelves of the Spaß
Posted in my life, tagged apartment, books, bookshelf, Bourbon, Chairman, Darwin, guerilla, James Joyce, jeremy, monkey, roommate, spa, Spaß, Ulysses on September 15, 2009 | 7 Comments »
My roommate doesn’t have a bed yet. It’s been almost three weeks and he sleeps on the floor. But he did spend at least two days setting up this beauty. My favorite detail? Besides… you know… the books… The box of bourbon’s finest. Second favorite detail… Yes, my friends, that IS a Darwin monkey book [...]
We steal air-conditioning from the hallway.
Posted in my life, tagged apartment, bathroom, boxes, Cyprus, moving, roommate, silverware, stuff on September 10, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I’ve been unpacking all week. A friend made fun of me for having a box labeled, “Books: Contemporary American Literature Box 3 and Export Commodities.” Here’s another, “Clothes to be revisited box 2.” Still not sure what I was going for with that. I always tell myself I want things like the perfect toilet brush [...]
Triple Shot.
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged apartment, grandfather, grandmother, library, New York, wallet on August 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I feel like a grown up now that my apartment has a washer and dryer without coin slots. ——- I once found an old library card in New York that someone had dropped. I put it in some journal at the time. I recently found it and slipped it in my father’s wallet, in there with [...]
You can’t not let him in.
Posted in short shorts, tagged apartment, dill, landlord, roommate, shoes on June 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
When ever my old landlord would come over, I never knew where to put my hands. You can’t sit down when these things happen and it would happen often. My roommate was never home and would leave empty beer bottles in well arranged pyramids near the kitchen window. The landlord would comment on them, not [...]
Triple Shot. (The Great Texas Apartment Hunt)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged apartment, beer, handicap, pool, real estate, rent, wine spritzers on June 17, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Real Estate Guy : This place is great if you like to drink beer by the pool. Jeremy : I prefer wine spritzers. Real Estate Guy : Really? You’re kidding. Jeremy : No. I make my own… It’s all about getting my buzz on. ——- We asked how we might be able to get a [...]
Chicago is the City of Big Shoulders
Posted in favorites, short shorts, tagged apartment, ayurveda, bum, cory, mother, New York on January 14, 2009 | 1 Comment »
In the past five years, my mother has had both knees replaced and thwarted two different cancers. When she comes to visit me, she does not get a room. She brings a sleeping bag. This is something I will always brag about. My mother likes to take me grocery shopping. [...]
