We signed our new lease yesterday and man this new building is frelling posh. And sooo many rules! No pets on the roof. Haha. This will be our first time renting a condo that someone actually owns, like a real person... so it is insane, the rules.

While cleaning up and getting rid of things en masse last night, Jeff and I were talking about how we really wanna try to live more like adults and not like messy punks. I mean, sure we will still be cool and all when it comes to the rad crap that fills our apartment, like i will keep my rotary dial phones. But I need to stop not caring when i spill paint on the floor, ya know. And like we want to buy real plates from a store and not the thrift store. Of course, we will still have the Powerpuff girls shower curtain, although I am eyeing one with sushi on it. But we are going to try to be more organized.

Today I am wearing orange pants. I love my orange pants. It smells like fall outside and it was dark when I woke up. Lovely.

Last night, I dropped an ash tray on my head... while taking stuff out of the closet. Now I know the true meaning of blunt trauma. It hit my nose and then my mouth and while I was dizzy for a good two hours, I came away without a bruise. I thought I had broken my nose, but nope. The funny thing is, the ash tray is for an old life insurance company. Talk about a Six Feet Under ironic death scene. Also, I don't even smoke. But I used to collect ash trays because they used to be so pretty. ANyway, this must have been the last from my former collection. He is in the trash now. That is what happens to collectibles that hit you in the face. The more I think about it, the more my nose hurts right now.

I have been busily making ninja necklaces, only 3 last night, though, since I spent the whole night doing laundry and getting rid of clothes with Jeff. At at around 10, we stopped for the night and I sat down to a scary speech by the completely insane Zell Miller at the GOP convention. If the devil existed, he would be old Zell. Then, on Hard Ball, Chris has Frank Lundtz on with his group of undecided voters in Ohio. I call them the hamsters. The hamsters all said they liked Zell Miller's speech because he was a democrat and he must have had courage to speak at the GOP convention. What the frell??????

If Zell Miller is a democrat, then I am a zebra.
And by the way, Frank Lundtz's wig also looks like a hamster. I almost hope it is his real hair and that he didn't pay for that thing. eek. Mean, mean.

So, I made 3 ninja necklaces whilst watching the devil and the hamsters.