the art of living

This could have been such a typical monday. After having smashed my
head to the wall all day - trying to tell tv journalists that yes we
are doing a newsbulletin, but no we dont have any computers and well
its not really being recorded, I could have gone home to cry crocodile
tears into my bathtub. Except that its not really my tub and that I
live in a suitcase at my dad's for the time being. So I decided that
perhaps it was time to go on to live my own life and dropped by the
flat in the "15eme" instead.

Was glad to see that the elevator
was working this time - beacause running up 7th floors in an old
parisian building is not really for ladies - not those wearing
stilletos at least (which I do of course every single day). When I
walked into the appartement I noticed the clean white walls at once and
hoped the blue colour in the bedroom wouldn't be too..well blue. It
turned out to be a very calming sea blue that could rock any baby to
sleep (since that is something I will be doing quite alot). The
furniture was being assembled by the owner and her man and the wooden
ikea style wasn't as bad as I had imagined.. it wouldn't have been my
first choice if I had had all the money in the world, but still not
bad.



It wasn't until I had admired my own image a bit too long in the real size
mirror in the hall, and after that in the huge glass one in the
bathroom thinking "hmmm should I get a mirror on my bedroom ceiling
perhaps so the first thing I see will definately be me" that I noticed
the "thing". That awful thing was just lying there- pretending it was
happy to see me. In its freakish kindof way. The most awful couch I
have ever seen. Very orange and very brown. and very badtaste. But Ok,
in a flat where a thousand things can go wrong, one ugly couch is not
much to deal with - I'll just change the covers and pretend I never had
this vision. Can't guarantee it won't spark some nightmares once and a
while... but at least I will have my own flat!! Signed the papers,
payed 3 months rent and got the keys. For the first time I will be
living on my own, where I can pee with the door open at all times and
put my name in sparkly pink letters on the letterbox. I could even
plaster all the walls with cute baby animals if I wanted to - but don't
worry...I wont. Not all of them. A little boudoir for the little miss Kolka in the 15eme
arrondissement - just waiting to be taken over.

That's what I call a bloody good monday...