Life in a Single Guy's... Pad - Day ONE

Current mood: bouncy

For my young dude like friends... Pad = Apartment.

So, I woke up to day one in the single guys apartment. Cigarette butts all over the floor, half drunken beer cans strewn about the place. It's as if she literally just dumped all the crap off the top of every piece of furnture she moved onto the floor. And, oh by the way, it was pretty much every piece of furniture.

OK, before that sounds bitchy, we'd agreed she'd take almost everything, as I want nothing... also, hey I was mostly responsible for the top of every piece of furniture being covered in junk.

So, now the clean up begins... the construction of the Zen Palace is upon us. GoGo's fortress of solitude, the empty sky in the whole of my soul... The place to be, is defined, ready and set for unveiling... in about a week.

It will be a slow unveiling, as although, I do like and want visitors, there may not be many places to sit... at my pad. I'll have to have you over in groups of 2 or 3. Of course, if you come alone, you may be taking a bigger risk than you think. Rumor is, I'm nutz.

Day One: Woke up late, tired and sad... swept a bit, moved a couch [my new bed], and the TV. Swept some more, gave up and left for work... Happy. I like to sweep.