Kissing Vinny

1. Tannis coming to Chicago on business in two weeks. Staying in downtown hotel. We shall party
2. can’t find my American Express. Need it to purchase audio post hosting
3. went 1am grocery shopping. Bought honey, chicken-garlic pizza, preserves, canned salmon and tuna
4. ate pizza for breakfast
5. saw Keith on YouTube
   
6. it's raining today
   

So I love that the light in my bedroom works now. It’s been outta commission for the past 6/7 months or so primarily due to my lazy spirit especially since the closet light lit my room well enough for me to see. Yesterday, though, I finally took the initiative and changed the bulb! I haven’t seen my room in this shade of light in…hmmm…6/7 months ago. I need to wash my walls. whomp whomp

Roommate Vinny cleaned the apartment Thursday. I coulda kissed him but I refrained. I came home to pick him up for Thanksgiving dinner with the lesbian's and as if a little beehive of house fairies took over the broom and swept, our apartment was clean and smelled like Clorox. Roommate Vinny even mopped!—

Alas, I shoulda kissed him.

SO, yesterday, instead of going to the library with Gakaa (Gah-Kah), my Lesbian, to do some much needed research for her term paper that I’ve been commission to write which is due Wednesday instead of mid December like she had originally told me…I’m not mad—we didn’t go to the Library. My mischief buddy Marcel even came into town this weekend to spend time with his family for the holiday and like always we were suppose to get together and paint the town lovely until sunrise, wake up on a public bench in Wichita and hitch hike our way back home—I have the prettier of thumbs, I’m sure I could’ve persuaded someone to truck us back into the city. That didn’t happen either though.

Instead of all that I could’ve done with my Saturday—Chuck-a-Muck even called me to the business of wanting me to attend a Ball with him. “Ken, you’ve never been to a Ball and I haven’t been to one in while. I want to go tonight and I want you to come with me.”
—Nope!

David the Sheriff who got into a brawl Thanksgiving day and broke his wrist texted me last evening because he was feeling lonely and asked that I might keep him company.
—Nope!

In lieu of having a cleaner apartment I thought it best that I cleaned my room. Actually to "clean" my room would require a mopping and I wasn’t THAT enthusiastic (so I retract my previous statement)—I "straightened" up my room. I got the clothes off the floor and swept. What a world of difference sweeping makes, ahhhhh! I also changed my bed linens, organized my journals, put away my laundry, there’s a pot of that potpourri-stuff simmering on the stove, lit a few Glade candles around the boudoir to give it that special Umph!—I feel good. Now I just need a job.

Or maybe I should just kiss Vinny?