lovin' spoonful

so here's what i done: left my cell company for a new concern with a new cellphone which came with a charger all its own. bought new toothpaste. wore an old bra. (mundane accounting, i know, but read the previous post to get why it's mentioned). very slowly the joint comes together. though i'm still without blinds and the light at night is high. and the fridge makes this soft but distinct and vaguely eerie (like fright night movie eerie) sing-song that makes me look for the little boy with the red devil eyes who's going to strangle me when i least expect it. also, it doesn't seem to be at all cold enough. already one yogurt's gone bad. i called the landlady about it. got to nip the bad fridge in the bud and get a new one. but my pal a.l. came over yesterday and helped me wash lots of dishes and i scrubbed here and there. and nailed there and here. and some art-ish stuff is on walls. some cds are in the player. even got some mail at the new address when i came home from tgiving which was a few days away in washington at the home of k, mi amiga d'espana. we did many things. including watched many hours of television (have you seen desparate housewives of the oc? FABULOUS and i cap seldom, and bold even less, so you know it's for reals) followed by a double feature of inside man and dave chapelle's block party which led to a long discussion of who'd you rather sleep with...clive owen or mos def. it is a terrible, impossible choice. i love them both so—it makes my heart hurt.