So at approximately 9am this morning my good pal Kiwi Boy came over to pick up the two couches and remove them from my premises. Good riddance as well.
He was helpfully assisted by Buddy Weiser who brought round the van to transport the nasty ass things to their new home in Brooklyn.
Although apparently according to Buddy Weiser, when they got the couches to Kiwi's place, the smaller one got through his front door, but not the other one, so who knows what fate lies for the big assed thing. Not my problem, they can throw it on the street for all I care.
So now I'm waiting on my new lovely sectional faboo couch to arrive. Ooh I'm so excited, I can't even tell you.
So what else? oh yeah last night I met up with my pal Dolph, had a few drinkies and lots to smoke at Bar and Books, one of the few bars left in Manhattan that you can smoke in. So we sat for hours and hours, chatting, gossiping and just having a good old time. He's having girlfriend trouble, but you know what, when you date an 18 year old model, who's new on the block, very attractive and has men falling at her feet, then your gonna run into a few teething problems.
He's a sweetie, a nice old fashioned guy, hope he doesn't get hurt?
I think we ended up in Dublin 6, but can't remember?
Not sure what time I got home, but Morpheus wasn't here when I got back, I couldn't find him, just assumed he was still at work, but it turns out that him and Will were out drowning their sorrows.
Not sure what time he came home, saw him when I woke up, kissed him, then realised I was supposed to be mad at him for not calling me??
Ha!
So I'm now sat here waiting for my new couch to arrive, which I hate, CANNOT stand waiting for things, no patience you see.
Actually I've just come back from a lovely lunch with my neighbors Raya and Trish. It was great, they're lovely the pair of them and we all get on really well. Actually the place we went to across the street has been completely renovated. It's still owned by the guy who owns the candy store next door, but he's gone in 50% with the lesbian woman who owns Henrietta Hudsons and so now they're all these lesbian waitresses working there, which makes it a lot more interesting. Not that I'm a lesbian, I am not, but it makes it more colorful you know? Although the one that told us the specials really could do with a wax on her upper lip.
Shit that reminds me I need to go and get my eyebrows and my bikini waxed. For fuck's sake I wish these bloody delivery men would get here with my couch....aarrgghh. Then I could at least get some other things done today.
Hate waiting around, hate it, hate it, hate it.
Right then, I'll guess I get on with my web site then..
See you later peeps...