new apartment=new love, old man=new rage
"Oh I hoped for comfort,
But I never felt too safe,
And in this hard life
I've had to navigate through
Unexhausted, has been my virtue."
My new apartment is sooo cute! I haven't moved my furniture in yet, but my landlady let me have the rest of June for free, so my lease started early. I was there all day painting the kitchen and living room. It's a little one bedroom, but really it's the perfect size for me- good sized rooms, and only $750 (it's in the art museum area, so the street is really purty and tree-lined). It's going to take me a thousand years to finish...
I'm painting the living room a deep, bright purple (it actually kinda looks like the color of Barney), the bedroom is staying white (for now), the kitchen is a melon/coral color with lt. pink accents and the bathroom will be the opposite (pink with coral accents)! Unfortunately all the woodwork was painted this really heinous blue, grey color so I have to paint all of it off-white. While I was painting all day, I came to the sudden realization that I was very hungry. So I ran down a few blocks to 18th and Spring Garden to get chinese food and while I was waiting for my order to come up, I was chatting with my mom on the phone about how now that I'm actually living in the Museum Area my chances of running into Andy are much higher. My food came up, so I got off the phone and walked outside. Literally ten steps later I see Andy at the ice cream place next door. It was one of those little outdoor window joints, so there he was on the street, just looking right at me.
Now, if any of you have been talking to me since his mysterious disappearance, you know that I've come up with MANY mental scenarios for this exact situation several times and with several witty, yet emotionally scathing comebacks. Sadly enough, all those premeditations vanished in the shock of actually having to see him. He saw me first so he said hi and smiled somewhat expectant looking. I said hi back, but figured in this case it was best to remain immobile and just see what was going to happen, because I didn't want to appear overly friendly, or even particularly cordial for that matter. So he asked me what was new, displaying his truly innovative conversation skills (ok, rein in, I know...but he bruised my ego!) and I explained that I'd been painting all day.
"Painting???" he said, as if he'd never heard of the word.
"Yea," I replied, "I'm moving to a new apartment over there (gesturing wildly behind me with my arm), so I've been painting the walls...."
"Where are you moving???"
"21st and Green, by Tavern on Green."
"Yeah, oh nice. You like it over there?"
No asshole, I'm moving there because I hate it. "Yea, it's really pretty."
"Finally getting out of West Philly?" AND THEN HIS FATAL DOWNFALL...he chuckled!!!!! I might have been nicer to him had he not laughed like we were having a carefree conversation in his kitchen.
"Yea, maybe it won't be run by a slum-lord this time." This sentence gave him false security, naturally, which though unmeditated (because I was seriously retarding at the moment), worked perfectly on my behalf. He laughed again. Then there was a long pause......
ABORT!!!! ABORT!!!! "Well, this is really awkward, so I'm gonna go." (damn it!) (damn it!) That was all I could do to extricate myself with any remaining delicacy.
"Ok, well it was good seeing you!"
I didn't return the sentiment. I'm sure he'd forgive me, if he knew that had I opened my mouth one more time, it wouldn't have been to say "you too," or any thing remotely courteous, but probably something more along the lines of what the person who coined the adage "think before you speak" was trying to avoid. So, I just about-faced, and shook my ass a little as I strided away. I went home and cried for about thirty seconds, before the feeling of wanting to punch him in the face outweighed any sorry feelings I might have had for myself. One thing was certain...I didn't want my chinese food anymore.
I know, I'm disturbed. ^_^
But I never felt too safe,
And in this hard life
I've had to navigate through
Unexhausted, has been my virtue."
My new apartment is sooo cute! I haven't moved my furniture in yet, but my landlady let me have the rest of June for free, so my lease started early. I was there all day painting the kitchen and living room. It's a little one bedroom, but really it's the perfect size for me- good sized rooms, and only $750 (it's in the art museum area, so the street is really purty and tree-lined). It's going to take me a thousand years to finish...
I'm painting the living room a deep, bright purple (it actually kinda looks like the color of Barney), the bedroom is staying white (for now), the kitchen is a melon/coral color with lt. pink accents and the bathroom will be the opposite (pink with coral accents)! Unfortunately all the woodwork was painted this really heinous blue, grey color so I have to paint all of it off-white. While I was painting all day, I came to the sudden realization that I was very hungry. So I ran down a few blocks to 18th and Spring Garden to get chinese food and while I was waiting for my order to come up, I was chatting with my mom on the phone about how now that I'm actually living in the Museum Area my chances of running into Andy are much higher. My food came up, so I got off the phone and walked outside. Literally ten steps later I see Andy at the ice cream place next door. It was one of those little outdoor window joints, so there he was on the street, just looking right at me.
Now, if any of you have been talking to me since his mysterious disappearance, you know that I've come up with MANY mental scenarios for this exact situation several times and with several witty, yet emotionally scathing comebacks. Sadly enough, all those premeditations vanished in the shock of actually having to see him. He saw me first so he said hi and smiled somewhat expectant looking. I said hi back, but figured in this case it was best to remain immobile and just see what was going to happen, because I didn't want to appear overly friendly, or even particularly cordial for that matter. So he asked me what was new, displaying his truly innovative conversation skills (ok, rein in, I know...but he bruised my ego!) and I explained that I'd been painting all day.
"Painting???" he said, as if he'd never heard of the word.
"Yea," I replied, "I'm moving to a new apartment over there (gesturing wildly behind me with my arm), so I've been painting the walls...."
"Where are you moving???"
"21st and Green, by Tavern on Green."
"Yeah, oh nice. You like it over there?"
No asshole, I'm moving there because I hate it. "Yea, it's really pretty."
"Finally getting out of West Philly?" AND THEN HIS FATAL DOWNFALL...he chuckled!!!!! I might have been nicer to him had he not laughed like we were having a carefree conversation in his kitchen.
"Yea, maybe it won't be run by a slum-lord this time." This sentence gave him false security, naturally, which though unmeditated (because I was seriously retarding at the moment), worked perfectly on my behalf. He laughed again. Then there was a long pause......
ABORT!!!! ABORT!!!! "Well, this is really awkward, so I'm gonna go." (damn it!) (damn it!) That was all I could do to extricate myself with any remaining delicacy.
"Ok, well it was good seeing you!"
I didn't return the sentiment. I'm sure he'd forgive me, if he knew that had I opened my mouth one more time, it wouldn't have been to say "you too," or any thing remotely courteous, but probably something more along the lines of what the person who coined the adage "think before you speak" was trying to avoid. So, I just about-faced, and shook my ass a little as I strided away. I went home and cried for about thirty seconds, before the feeling of wanting to punch him in the face outweighed any sorry feelings I might have had for myself. One thing was certain...I didn't want my chinese food anymore.
I know, I'm disturbed. ^_^