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A Place to Hang My Coat

I'm moving into an apartment in a few days and I need to select something on which to hang my outerwear.  I've got it narrowed down to two options.  Vote in the comments, people.

Please buy me this outfit

Courtesy of the Sartorialist

Rock Bottom

So, this is hard for me to admit... but I have a substance problem. I know it may come as a shock to all of you and it wasn't something I ever expected to have a problem with. This shit is so dangerous and so addictive. If you had talked to me a few years ago, I would have told you there was no way I would even try the stuff, let alone get hooked on it.

But here I am. I can't go a single day without getting a fix and I feel like I don't go more than three days without buying some. I'm honestly thinking about making it myself because the ingredients aren't expensive and it's really not that hard to do.

I wonder if maybe I shouldn't just check myself in to rehab and get some methadone treatment, though I'm pretty sure they don't use methadone to treat hummus addictions, or if they even treat hummus addictions. But damn, do I love hummus.

Six Feet Under

Geoff and I just finished watching Six Feet Under. I haven't enjoyed a show this much since Buffy was on the air and the series finale did not disappoint. The show depicts mortality in such a beautiful way, focusing so much on the chances we do have and the inglorious ways in which our lives will probably end. It really forced me to examine what I was doing with my life. SO FUCKING WATCH IT.

Ok. I promise I'll be back with poop jokes next time.

If miscarriages have taught me anything, it's that it's not a good idea to share your good news before you're sure about it. But, I think that Margie and I may have found a supergreat apartment in Poncey-Highlands from which to launch our adult lives. The apartment we looked at hadn't yet been vacated and we found a totally trashed apartment full of cats. The cats were hungry and we spent a good amount of time looking for their food but to no avail. Anyways, cats aside, the apartment is really great. We put in the application and good faith deposit yesterday and I really hope we get it. We spent yesterday in and around the Poncey-Highlands area because the weather was so damn beautiful. We went into all the shops we'll soon be living near (though we had no money to spend) and checked out an incredible bazaar at this vintage furniture shop. Germain joined us and purchased a beautiful record player cabinet.

Anyways, that night, we joined Josh's family for dinner up in Woodstock and it was also just absolutely wonderful. Not since Clem's parents have I had a friend with parents whom I could connect so well with. It's nice being able to talk to somebody from that generation other than my parents.

Later, we went to this house party down in East Lake and met up with Ryan, Germain and Tera. We went back to Ryan and Tera's also-great new apartment and entertained ourselves by reading aloud from "Break Dance Hunks", a gay erotica novel that included lines like "Jism. Jism spewed out of his cock as the shit-water spurted out of his anus." I still feel chilled just thinking about the passages from that novel.

I imagine a world without weather,
And whether that world would be better.
It'd be such a labor
to make small talk with my neighbor
What would we discuss anyways: leather?