I just finished cooking dinner ... in MY kitchen.

Sat down at MY desk in MY living room with a Newcastle which I grabbed out of MY refridgerator before sitting down in front of MY computer to update MY diary.

What could be cooler than this?

Itunes is in party shuffle mode & Janes Addiction are serenading me with Pigs In Zen & it's up as loud as I damn well please & there's nobody pounding at the door telling me to keep it down.

The alternate universe of living on one's own is strangely delicious & full of taboo.

Tomorrow night is the Chris Isaak show & I'm in the mood for a little bit of shaking my rockabilly arse.

The animals aren't used to so many of the things that go on in proper houses. Apparently kitchen smells & me peeing on the toilet are two of the best new things in the world. Oonah won't stand for doors between us, so I pee with the door to the loo open & she likes to trot in & stare at the toilet bowl, cocking her floppy ears from side to side & grunting quizically at the noise tinkling within. Kitchen smells are strange & exotic & must be fully investigated & salivated over.

Then there are counters to jump on & fireplaces to lounge in front of & bark at whenever a wood knot crackles. There are knocks at the door (which result in rowdy rounds of barking fun) & there are windows to run into while trying to get from point A to point B without taking the correct route.

Mu Shu is particularly fond of climbing the backside of the couch & climbing into windowsills & "hiding" from the dog behind the clear shower curtain.

We're all having too much fucking fun & I just wanna put on my favorite pjs & bounce around like an idiot.

a. l. o. n. e.

for now.

:blowing my speakers: Fruit Bats ~ The Wind That Blew My Heart Away
:feeding my head: Aldous Huxley ~ Island
:rotting my brain: The 40-Year-Old Virgin

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