urban vibes

Hey all
Is been a while (I'm too slack for anything - posting to the blogs, writing emails, taking photos...whaddeva)
How’s things then everybody? Keeping well? Hale and hearty (speaking of, after a godawful track run that all most got me admitted to the quarantine ward last year, I’ve had nary so much as a sniffle this winter. Thus it’s as I suspected, and the Paris metro is in fact a biohazardous zone. In fact if they decided to any kind of biohazardous terrorist dumping (are these key words that are going to get me in trouble somewhere along the line?) the chemicals might actually clean the place out a bit.
So, I'm sure this year is going faster than last year, make it stop, make it stop. Already its national ambivalence day (buy the flowers, and conform, or don’t conform, and don’t buy the flowers, but make bloody sure you buy the flowers the rest of the year or your girlfriend will kick you harder than she really needs to when you start to snore, or say its all a pack of hooey because you don’t have a partner anyway, and damn hallmark spite spite) My boyfriend has decided to conform this year because I’ve probably started kicking him harder than he needs – and it’s not like he really even snores much anyway.
I found an apartment yesterday. We’d left it too late – as usual – so for a March availability it’s either the ones that no-one else wants…or well, maybe they just aren’t trying very hard (if you're lucky). So I picked one that I might end up bitching about later (this, evidently is a special sort of hex I'm putting in place - either I end up being proven right - and being all righteous about it, or I end up being wrong, and happy about it - hex fairies get all confused in this situation) – but it does have a lot of classic art nouveau add ons, and I am a sucker for the art nouveau. I think its been a student artist haven for at least as long as its existed, so needless to say for the surprisingly large size, extreme proximity to the city centre and (suspiciously) low price, its going to have a few little problems.
Rising damp is, I suspect, high on the list. I’ll see what I can do to dehumidify the place (a prolonged history of pot smoking artists probably hasn’t helped – but they’ve left some nice doodles on the wall here and there) but considering I’ve already got two ‘could pass for a wetland’ places under my real estate belt since moving to France, you never know, I might be good at dehumidifying…I’ll probably keep the windex company in business for the time I’m there though, there’s a frightening amount of glass in the place. But it’s in the CENTRE people. I’m going to be one of the city centre folk! I’m going to be one of the cinema and bar and other forms of city centre entertainment persons who don’t have to worry about what time the last train leaves, how much a taxi costs or how many standard drinks I’ve had in the last hour. I’m also going to spend most of march with a washcloth in one hand and a bucket in the other I imagine.