...and then he were hown

after months of werk in the south, i am back in my own home. my howm. it feels good to sleep in my own bed, to sit on my own couches, to cook in my own kitchen. it feels good to decorate with my pictures; my family and my friends. it's nice to not have to worry about other people being happy and content. alone i live not, for my sister lives with me. i should write that i've been setting the hown with her as well, lest you start to think that i'm décor crazy sans consideration for her.

prince comes tomorrow for the weekend. it's always nice to have him here; in his arms and hands and eyes. yup, sappy. interesting, i'll be seeing dinosaur one last time before i get prince. dino is moving and one last how-are-you and let's-keep-in-touch meeting will satisfy all party's sociocast need to be civil and civilised and proper. really, though, what is proper in that situation?

i've been gallivanting around the city with an suv (don't hate, it wasn't mine) and acquired a few new purchases: shelves, desks (really cool desk with sawhorses and a slab - très industrial chic), tables, vacuum and iron (don't laugh. these are prime accoutrement required for any hown), and of course my newest fun make-me-happy: my MAC. oh how i like to be cool. i mean kewl. no, i mean cool. it makes me happy. je suis le happy.

but now, it's way past the hour i had intended to get to sleep. in fewer than seven hours i need to be up and out the door to start my weekend.

the best to you, all of my avid readers. or something.

hic extraneus sum