confessions of a Creampuff copy-cat

Cause Roro is just that cool. If she's gonna make a big move and post pictures, you know I gotta do it too.

Which is partly why I've been out of commission recently. I ditched the hippie-fungus-tea housemates with the Evil Kitties for a swank place across town. Am now living with my long-haired-lived-on-a-pagan-commune-in-Kentucky, grew-up-with-Hari-Krishnas buddy and classmate, whom I'm going to call Elrond, because he looks exactly like that with his hair down to his butt. Elrond is quite possibly the most unusual straight white dude I've met. He, unlike my former housemates, is a low-maintenence hippie. And he cooks, too, so I don't have to!

But onto the important stuff:
La Guerrillere's new 'hood, yall. December in the Southwest totally screws with my head.


I HAVE A FIREPLACE!! A real one! And a purple futon that doubles as Elrond's bed; it's also the only stick of furniture in the place.
You can sort of vaguely see me reflected in the front door. My very own front door. I just realized that this is my very first actual place of my own. Living in a 300 year old boarding school in France is exotic, but not exactly the same thing. I feel a Virginia Woolf quote coming on. I have a room of one's own! Now if only I could manage the five hundred a year month.


My own kitchen! Fungus-tea and insect free!! This is where I, ah, "supervise" Elrond's cooking, and we usually eat sitting on top of the bar there, because we don't have any chairs. We do have plates and utensils, etc. We're, well, I'm not that broke. But the cupboard is pretty damn bare, the deposit for this place cleaned me out completely, and even then I had to rely on Mommy and Daddy to see me through.

But do I care? A little, hence the Happy Thoughts our school business guru ("professor" would be a gross overstatement) assigned. But given the choice, would I rather be broke and happy, or slightly more comfortable financially and totally frustrated?