Wednesday, 24 April 2013

SPAT

This morning the whole situation is starting to remind me of that episode of Dr Who where the Doctor convinces Ace she is half wolf or cat or something in order for them to get back from Crazy Planet 4 Million but the Doctor knows the whole time that Ace will suffer from this action.

On second thoughts it might be less like that and more like he's just letting me do this part of the deal because he thinks I'm better at it, or less afraid or something, than him. And I'm just not handling the stress well. Last night I smoked a cigarette in the shower. News flash - I quit smoking last year, so about five months ago now.  Oh yeah, the deal.

So here's a super quick and confusing catch- up. Grizelda and I moved out to Summer Hill when Mr Oddweird, the landlord of The Peach, defaulted on the mortgage. We have a part-time housemate here in Summer Hill at Eggers, the new house, and I don't like it. The house is pretty but part-time housemates confuse my vibe. Cut jump. Grizelda has a boyfriend. She wants to move in with him when our arrangement with part-time housemate ends this October. Cut jump. I ring my mum and complain, violently and with great passion, about being swayed by the winds of housemates. Cut jump Mother offers me some assistance to buy a place of my own. Cut jump. Mr X wants in on the deal so we set about buying a place together. As friends.

Single People Alone Together.

Its so crazy it just might work.

Skip forward again to the present moment. As in this very exact moment in right now time. Grizelda's cat Oscar is asleep on the end of my bed, a bus pings and rumbles its way past my window. My mobile telephone lays flat and dormant by my pajama-clad legs. This is fucked. How many times does a person -in-the-middle-of-negotiations-to-buy-a-property have to phone the real estate agent to actually get through to them? HOW MANY?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello!

Sympathies for the smoking. I've been watching 3 friends go mad without cigarettes these last 6 months but I think it's a good kind of mad as the anger that they are expressing is so ample I cannot imagine where it fits otherwise. I continue,pretty sure my own insanity will see me leaving my life entirely for at least a year to shake this monkey.

Congratulations on the prospect of a home of your own, I hope Mr X is a reputable character. I've been studying the idea of place this week. I like to hear people trying to make our most intimate impressions into nice sound arguments, it's like reading a peculiar kind of fiction. Anyway good luck,I hope you find something wonderful and just right for you.

love leruf xx

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