As you can see, Alexandra has her own room! No, we haven't solved the million dollar question of how to make a one bedroom into a two bedroom (god, if we could we would surely be gizillionaires in this town amid our reproducing friends). No, we haven't inherited a sizable amount of money from an unknown, mysterious relative that facilitated us buying a place. No, I am not being a surrogate mother to a gay European couple nor did we sell our organs so that we could afford to rent a two-bedroom in any desirable neighborhood in Brooklyn. We have turned our apartment into a dorm.
We moved our bed into the living room and gave Alexandra Osa our room. It's a darling little play space. Of course, she still prefers more often than not to crawl towards the front door and rummage through our magazines and attack the television, but we feel confident that we're providing for our daughter b/c she has a room of her own (with a leafy view!).
And then Mary, our wordsmith neighbor came down last night to return our vacuum and said, "Heeeeeey! Nice dorm!" and plopped herself down on our bed to chat. It was a bit weird, seeing Mary just chillaxing on our bed and chatting our our crazy upstairs neighbor and even crazier landlord. But it was JUST LIKE A DORM! Seriously...I felt like we were regressing.
Maybe we'll put our bed on a loft so that we can put our desk underneath. Maybe I'll get Adam some black light posters for father's day. Maybe you'll walk by and we'll be doing bong hits and listening to Sonic Youth and Pavement and drinking Natty Bo.
Just wanted for forewarn you.
babe pass me a beast light.
ReplyDeletefor the record we have solved the 1br into 2br alchemically. and you too can transform your space: www.studionw.us
baby you can take you ovaries off of ebay our ship has come in!
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