wood floors

just kidding - i'm not gonna rant about the hole in the floor anymore. i'm about to eat some grits for lunch cuz they're delicious, and am also going to have some coffee made from my new coffee maker. tyghe sneakily left for queens with the apartment euro-style espresso hourglass thingy in tow, much to my chagrin. oh how many mornings thereafter did i take out my grinds from the fridge in a stumbling mess only to have it dawn on me that no, no coffee was to be made that day!! so i have another one, a birthday present, which is a great thing. i think there's a guiness premiership rugby match on setanta right now so i'll prolly eat to the tune of that.

in other more douchebaggy news, gabe continues to refuse to give me my security deposit from the brooklyn apartment. it's been almost two months since we moved out now. i understood the delay at first since he was unhappy that i never supported his paint-half-the-walls-shades-of-green plan when we first moved in(and also that he took a three day trip to europe out of the blue right before we moved out). so i figured once he had the money he would send it. but i saw the other day that he stated he was making good money, got a chemical peel, a round of dermabrasion, and a makeover in soho. it now appears that gabe not having the money is not the issue at all, rather that he is just not going to give back my deposit at all. it's a shame - we have been friends for about seven years and have lived together both a year in college and once again in new york. oh well; my grits are getting cold.

peace