Home Sweet Home

that's the name of a bar my friend Kelsey always goes to in the LES. She's mentioned it a lot, and I can never remember the name. I always thought it had Alabama something. My reasoning makes sense and made us laugh about it.

35-46 Crescent Street, Astoria, NY, also, (strangely enough) has that same name to me. And to my (I love how Valerie uses this word!) flatmates, Valerie and Cris. And to (oh dear!) bedbugs. Ewww.

Let's stop talking about them. Oh, wait, lets stop living with them (it's been a month...second extermination is scheduled for January 14th). I have enough flatmates, thank you bedbugs. And I enjoy Valerie's company just as much as you do...I just choose not to snuggle up and nibble her neck and cheeks out of affection.

Home Sweet Home has been crawling with drama. Between our Brazilian lease holder abroad in Israel and our Muslim landlord who doesn't approve of Israel or turning on the heat, to our loud and (sadly) selfish other Brazilian. And did I mention the bedbugs? Yes, I believe so. They have their own room to themselves. It's the freezing cold (Thank you Landloard Amhed!) room in the back of the apartment. And then there is me and Valerie. We talk a lot. She has this incredible accent from god knows where since she's lived all over and speaks everything...but I love it. I love the way she talks and I find myself trying to talk like her when I talk with her. It's soo cool.

We talk about food. Well, I started that one and believe she is slowly getting hooked on the cooking channel. It's always on. And we talk about movies and tv since she's a producer. And we are just so dainty in our agreements and being frustrated with the ridiculous bedbuglicious hot & cold rip-off drama of the home. And we are, day after day, both in Home Sweet Home, pretty much all day. She works from home. I watch things and cook impatiently in Home Sweet Home waiting for life to start again.

How do I walk in high heels again? earning money? what money? what modeling?