Have a home, sans furniture

Today the storers are coming to get everything. I decided to put in a new floor, kitchen and bathroom. I'm leaving a couch daybed to sleep on. Everything else goes today.

I own a tiny apartment, maybe 500 square feet. I've owned big homes, but hated the upkeep. It's too much. My place is more ghetto than chic but it's nice and calm.

Women I date ask why I don't buy in the loop; I can afford it. I don't because it frees up tens of thousands of dollars a year for travel, entertainment, maybe a sugar-baby or a girlfriend with taste.

I owned my place a few days after my 18th birthday. I paid cash, with no help from anyone. Now my costs are almost nothing. Minor taxes, utilities, insurance. BFD.

I am saving to buy more tiny places in other cities. France. Germany. Many Spain. I sit and wait and watch for amazing deals. It'll happen.

Tonight, I won't have a bed. 2 months of no bed. This means I will get more opportunities to get laid than ever before.

That's fine. The couch will have to do.

Salmon, rosemary and brie

I made a tasty sandwich on homemade flatbread today.  Lots of fresh ingredients from Whole Foods gone in an instant.  Another secret ingredient in the flatbread, one that no one (yet) has figured out.

I almost had my hair trimmed today, but my usual barber was out sick.  Sad, because my hair is getting TOO long (it falls in my mouth and sometimes I burn it while smoking).  The upside is I've received more compliments on my hair from the fairer sex this past week than the past 5 years combined.  I almost had a Lane Kim moment like in the early season of Gilmore Girls when she touched the guy's hair and freaked out.

Saw my mom today, decided to drop off the last 2 homemade croissants.  She looked lovely, as always, and criticized me for my shoes not matching my belt (thanks, mom!).  She's a bit peeved at me for not calling her friend's daughter (twice divorced with kids???) in the past 2 months.

I had a great night, though: watched two of my favorite movies, talked on the phone for an hour with an old high school pal who found me on Mr. Facebook last week (nothing's changed), and dug deep into my emails to reply to people who I forgot about.  Overall, an EXCELLENT Monday.

Tomorrow I am going shopping for a new kitchen and bathroom for my tiny abode.  I figure I'll use my windfall from last week to replace both while labor is cheap and I can still get a decent price on it all.  Colors and materials?  No idea, give me a hand.

Tomorrow: off to a bar to meet up with Liz and supposedly her boyfriend.  That'll be interesting.  Putting off calling Stace til next week; just don't have the time or energy to focus on it.  Surprised to get an email from Kerry, who will not exit my self-pleasuring moments.  It's silly, but she really got me going.  Damn "teenager" and her impossible-to-breach bodypart.

Off to bed now at a later-than-expected 1:30am.  Looking for some pubs to hit up this week; if you're a Chicagoan, let me know what you like.  If you're lucky, I'll post a schedule here so you can come stalk me for a change.  I'd love to read a review of "I saw ChicagoSane and he's __________."