April 5, 1999.

Damn, I love living above ground again.

If I never mentioned this before, Hippie Hell was a basement apartment. It's not something you notice after a couple of months...at least, not until you move to a dee-luxe apartment in the sky (and across from Skank-tuary, but that's another story entirely). This morning I woke up and the sun shone, as if to say 'remember me?' Not that the sun pays many housecalls during Canadian winter, but still. I couldn't get out of bed, though. At least that remains constant.

Besides the fact that the teevee has yet to be set up, everything is going swimmingly. Last night we had to run over to the Saints' livingroom just to catch half a new Simpsons and the second episode of Futurama. But very worth abasing ourselves.

"Because a robot would have to be crazy to want to be a folksinger."

- last night's episode of futurama

Like this month's divi's? April showers, May flowers, you know.

In other IPASOY news, I have been fetchingly described as "lush," "languid" and "swoony." Of course, the person who's doing the describing is not only one of my oldest online diary friends, but he was the only one on the terribly exclusive "inform me when Amoret and Javina are naked in the same room" mailing list back in January. So he owes me one. *smirk*

Well, that's enough for one day. You should be tired of me anyway by now...6 new entries to read, my stars!