rolling.

last night i walked in the door to find my cat, mischa, rolling around on the dining room floor in a whole jar full of catnip. she had cleverly knocked over the jar from the table and let it spill, getting higher than a kite and covered from head to paws in catnip. it's too bad i didn't take a photo. she is the most cuddly, affectionate ball of fur and flabbiness, and loves to be the center of attention. the evening must have been like x-mas to her.

i'm thinking about getting a beta fish this year and a ton of plants. oh- and i'll be moving. i may have found a new place to move into in june. my friend is most likely moving out of his 1950s duplex, leaving a vacant room with his roommate who will need a new roommate to move in. the place is adorable and f*cked up in the all the right places. hardwood floors, a fifties kitchen with black and white tile, two bedrooms, windows looking out onto trees. it has the charm that i'm looking for and is located in a cozy neighborhood north of the university. summer feels like the perfect time to move and i would love to have a roommate to keep me company. as long as he is fine with mischa and she is fine with him, i think it might work out. i'm not accustomed to living with someone. it's been years, in fact. but i welcome a change. i look forward to evenings chatting with my roommate over cups of tea. the only reservation i have about living with someone is.... what about sex?

my current place is so creatively un-inspiring. sure, it's been christened with sex with my ex, but artistically, i've felt deadened. it's brand new with white walls, white carpet (who puts in white carpet?), and most of the people who live in the building seem business like and republican. the kitchen is gorgeous, though, the nicest kitchen i have ever cooked in with hardwood floors, black granite counters, and elegant lighting. the bathroom has a huge garden tub and more marble. the balcony overlooks downtown. i have a washer and drier, a large walk-in closet, and built-in bookcases, tons of windows that let in the sunshine. it's a luxury space and i should be grateful for the chance to have a home that is not depressing, yet it's becoming too expensive and i'm not able to create in it. i flourished artistically in my old, dark apartment off of south first street with the cracked vinyl. weird, eh? i want to move somewhere that inspires me again. i'm not that happy living here. it's not ME.