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my weekend story // 2002-11-25

i generally feel pretty empty right now. like a consumed decaf eggnog latte (which, by the way, i'll never drink again). not bad empty, just a balanced empty, which is probably why i've had nothing to say lately. so instead i'll tell a story:

on friday i went to look a room in an apartment i saw advertised in the coffee shop in my neighborhood. it sounded dreamy: two girls lived there, it was a big victorian house off of volunteer park just three blocks from my current apartment, and the rent was pretty reasonable. i called that day, and one of the girls said i could stop by that night to look at it.

so after work i went over there, and i walked up to the house and was so excited because it's this giant pink victorian house that's absolutely gorgeous. one of the girls comes down to let me in and we walk up to their apartment which is on the top floor. when i get up there, i see that it's mostly one large room and that the "room" that would be mine is simply a gable off the main space with no door and essentially no way of blocking it off to the rest of the room. and it's so small there is only one place i could stand in it totally upright because the roof slants down on either side.

but i'm trying to be polite and so i talk with one of the girls (the other one is out for the evening) and she tells me that she lives there with her twin sister, who is also a dancer at cornish (the nearby arts college). and if it isn't creepy enough that she lives with her twin sister, she then tells me that they share the same room and they sleep in the same bed. ok, so i consider myself to be pretty open minded, but that FREAKS ME OUT.

i told her i'd call back and let her know what i thought, but i'm still too freaked out to even do so. i can't imagine paying any money at all to sleep in a cranny on a mattress on the floor, while two twin sisters sleep in a bed just across the room and dance around in the "living room" in their spare time.

so much for the pink house, i guess.

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