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Because I'm lame, and sort of forgot to post about Christmas (or even before it): the transit strike ended, which was great. All in all, it wasn't terrible, just hard to get between the apartment and school. For Chrismas, we had the infrequent occurrence of the entire family: both older sisters, older brother, younger sister, friend of one sister and husband of another. Whew. Great fun.
At the moment, we're still relaxing from the present-haul this morning (all I can say shortly is that my parents will be introduced to Firefly shortly. Glee.) My goals for the next bit are as follows:
reclaim my room from older sister with husband (and dog)
finish a Rent!fic, for the love of G-, Sa-, someone. Perhaps I will cookie later.
And to entertain, a day late: Rent intro
We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roommate, Roger. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B, the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock and roll posters hang on the wall. They have Roger's picture advertising gigs at CBGBs and the Pyramid Club.
We have an illegal wood-burning stove (*clunk*); it's exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside, we are freezing because we have no heat.
Smile!
At the moment, we're still relaxing from the present-haul this morning (all I can say shortly is that my parents will be introduced to Firefly shortly. Glee.) My goals for the next bit are as follows:
reclaim my room from older sister with husband (and dog)
finish a Rent!fic, for the love of G-, Sa-, someone. Perhaps I will cookie later.
And to entertain, a day late: Rent intro
We begin on Christmas Eve with me, Mark, and my roommate, Roger. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B, the top floor of what was once a music publishing factory. Old rock and roll posters hang on the wall. They have Roger's picture advertising gigs at CBGBs and the Pyramid Club.
We have an illegal wood-burning stove (*clunk*); it's exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside, we are freezing because we have no heat.
Smile!