2006-08-24 - 10:14 p.m.
Well Diaryboy we've finished moving most of our stuff that we plan on taking which really wasn't much, since Moms brought a lot of funiture and living room stuff such as bedrooms and shit.
She'sexcited about getting to decorate all the rooms in the apartment. The previous left a lot of stuff as part of the buying the apartment deal and its some nice ass shit but moms wants to replace most of it with our own brought stuff.
She said that i could do my rooms anyway i want. My room is twice as big as my old one and my old room was almost as big as our old apartments so i guess my roon now is almost as big lengthwise as the house our apartment was in.
The apartment is BAD, bad as in WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL, Great, fantastic.
It has 3 bedrooms, 3 bathroom as in having showers and shit and 4 other take a piss and shit in bathrooms in it. It has 3 smaller rooms for a live in maid to live in but were not gonna have a live in maid, but someone to come in and clean up and cook dinners.
I took off today because moms was suppose to see some womans about the job she had wanted me to be here but i wasn't gonna stick around for that bullshit.
But then again, thinking about it, i should have stuck around and insisted on having some 20ish blond swedish popair..
I turned my cell phone off days ago and having answered it for days, it reads that i missed 58 calls. But after getting a call from Mouse more then a week ago, and a few other people who thought i was still at home and telling them what had happened it seemed that everybody i knew and their brothers started calling wanting to here the news from me and give me their sympathy and shit.
I'm really suprise how good im taking it and so is moms she mentioned how PROUD she was i was taking the move so well. Proudness doesn't have shit to do with it.
I hate moving but theres no way i can hate the new apartment, no it doesn't have a late and woods and all the shit we just had but its like $1million times better their were we once were, so how can i be sad about living 20 floors up in a deluxe apartment.
Didn't George and Weesie live in a deluxe apartment high up in the sky?
It's not NYC deluxe apartment but its damn nice.
The building has a gym/spa on the 12 floor with all kinds of goodies that i can take advantage of when winter comes.
We can use the valet parking/driving our drive our own car into our parking space, the bad note is that we can only have 2 parking space but moms already seal a deal for an extra parking spot from this old couple on the 10th floor that do not drive but have 2 parting spots that have 2 spots to give for a price. That extra spot is for moms or i should say OUR SUV which we will need to get around come winter.
I told moms my Lexus ain't gonna drive well in the cities winter so we're either gonna need another parting spot or get someone to drive me to work. She said she would but i told her i ain't showing up at my new school with my moms driving me.
Even thought winter is months away and i will have been there months by then i still don't want to be driven to school by my mommy. i'm gonna need winter wheels aka an SUV.
ANYWAY school starts Tuesday and i am right back where i was 2 years ago.
To think diaryboy; in late July moms and i celebrated moving up to big league, and our new city, and house 2 years before, and now i'm or i guess i should say we're starting all over again.
I don't know how im gonna do it but like im sure i said 2 years ago, cream always rises to the top and i am the cream de la creme.
DINOBOY
