Ben and I looked at a kick-ass apartment today. Ben's the only one moving now, but if we do decide to live together it will be sometime during the next year, so I've been sort of extra interested in his new place.



Anyway, this is a one-bedroom flat in a 12-unit building that looks more like a house than a gross apartment building. Everything about it is pretty much perfect. It's on Dolores St., which I love, right across the street from the top of Dolores Park, where I play tennis every week. It's pretty spacious, newly painted and clean, but it's not a charmless new unit, it's got a lot of Edwardian features and hardwood floors (Looked at another really nice place off of Castro St., but it was carpeted and looked like a condo). Also, there is a very cool roof deck and the entry are is pretty cute.



Yay. And the landlord called him just now and said the place is Ben's.



Perfect. Walking out the door in the morning and seeing Dolores Park - nothing could be better.

It's time for me to de-American Idol myself. It's getting to be too much.

... but now I realize there will be no more American Idol. Hmm, that kind of sucks.

Holy crap. Could that have been any fucking better? The Fox executives are probably crapping in their pants because of how that worked out. For a Kelly fan, this finale could not have been any better, but regardless of whether you were rooting for Justin or Kelly, that was such a kick-ass finale.



Ah!



This makes up for Michelle Kwan not winning the gold medal.

Sweet Jesus. It's Valentine's Day, not ValentiMe's Day.

I've voted for Kelly twice so far. I've tried to vote on and off for the past 45 minutes but couldn't get through until now. A good sign?

So, I guess you're right (you little bitch), someone who reads this blog is likely to think that all I do is watch TV. That's not true! Although now that cable is back, I have been spending more time than usual glued to Food Network and TLC. I finally watched Trading Spaces for the first time. I stayed away because there was so much hype, but now I've fallen prey to its charm. I love it. There are several design ideas floating around in my head because of those crazy kids now...



I actually do other things. I could tell you about my recent travels - to the faux Western town in Old Sacramento or up the coastal highway to Bodega Bay and through the woods to Guerneville. But that's way boring compared to the finale of American Idol, which you know I'll be watching, laying on my bed, screaming when someone hits a flat note or jumping up and down when Kelly belts out a high one.



Yeah, man. I went for seven months or so with just 5 channels. I deserve to fall asleep to a re-re-repeat of the VMAs, to wake up to A Makeover Story.



Ha.