our house is a very, very, very fine house.

um...we're home-owners on thursday.
tomorrow morning we do the walk-through, to make sure there isn't anything that they've done to the house since we saw it last that will be a deal breaker, but it'd have to be something really, really big in order for us to be able to use it as an excuse.
so, we'll be able to start moving in on friday.
weird, huh?
well, maybe not that weird for you, because you're not me, but for me, that's really fucking weird.
due to our current landlord being a dunderhead/ass-hat, we have all of august and september to move, so we'll just move one room at a time, i think. on the days i am home, i'll pack and move my stuff. move my stuff, into my house. which we own.
dude, we could do anything we wanted to that house. we could, like, wheat paste huge posters of hard core porn to the outside walls. or have a friend to a mural of bob marley smoking a joint, riding the lion of judah, and put that on the door. we can buy new doorknobs and light fixtures and cover the windows with tinfoil, if we really want to.
cuh-razy.
on a unrelated note, i got home a little bit ago, after a spectacular shopping spree at sephora, which of course made me feel like a new, skinnier, more lovely and shine-free and tiny-pored version of me with perfectly moist pink lips was absolutely within reach. then i had to stop at kragen to get a new gas cap (again) because i left mine on the roof of my car (again) and to buy a new steering wheel cover (grey suede again.) then, i took my first shower in days and it felt absolutely transcendent. i had to switch to bad old negative ions to fancy new positive ones, and the combination of that, smooth legs, and being at home has radically changed my attitude for the better.
now, margaritas and tasty din-din with luce and shann-o. word to the third, as luce said the other day. word to the third.