moldy
i think i am a negative energy magnet, or else i have a cap on the amount of good that can come into my life at one time. when sebastian stops being sick for a moment, or i come into some money, something invariably happens. im that bottle of rc you left in the sun, or freezer.

rosie is dead. well, more like she's unconscious on the respirator. she made a crunching sound and just quit working. apparently a piston is bent (wtf? how does that happen?) and its not worth fixing. i can sell her for scrap and trade the vulcan-volvo in for something, i guess. rosie is like a part of my family, i think i'll have a hard time accepting that she's gone.

the gigantic victorian house that was 4 bedrooms of awesomeness with huge ceilings, cat claw tub and jacuzzi and 2 acres of cheap i-dont-know-what-i-have was just too good to be true. hello,  lead paint! :(   gotta keep looking i suppose.

the bright side? i guess we're not going to die of lead poisoning (or being haunted to death, or freezing because there are only two fireplaces). rosie has died young though. :(

i got a good book in the mail. i also really enjoy going to the flea market. its not everywhere you can go to buy fresh zucchini bread, or a pot bellied pig for a pet, or to overhear english, spanish and dutch spoken conversationally. i saw my sister, brother and other brother yesterday, for the first time in a year or two. i bought two kissing dutch people. i wish bebeman didnt pinch me on the tit in his sleep.

i have night dreams of those houses in the book. whats keeping us away? i swear to god, when i find a house, im going to paint it the deepest shade of blue i can find with pink curtains.

bleu, bleu, l'amore est bleu...