Yesterday was a good day. An insanely wonderful, happy and joyous day. Finally!

It started off simply enough: I got up, did some computer stuff, and wrote an entry about my new peace of mind regarding the big breakup. I felt melancholy, but in a satisfying way. Like a character in a tragic novel. (That's the thing about keeping a journal. It's easy to indulge in these "heartbroken heroine" fantasies. You enablers, you.)

Then I went over to Danielle's house, to get my hair done. Can I just say that I love my hair? Girls, you know how it is. When you love your hair, nothing can get you down. And damn, do I love it. Cassie has been waddling around on my shoulders, nibbling on it interestedly. I think she likes it, too.

Danielle trimmed it, cut some long layers around my face, and then dyed it blue-black. It's the greatest color ever, and it totally brings out my blue eyes. I love black hair and fair skin and light eyes. I always have. I don't know what took me so long to dye my hair black. (And as we all know, once you go black, you never go back, baby.)

I can't wait to see Tim's reaction. When I told him I might dye my hair black, he said, "Wow, I can't WAIT to see that. That's one of my fetishes." Apparently, I should have dyed my hair black two years ago, when I wanted to Make Him Mine. Who knew?

So now, all I have to do is look in the mirror and toss my head, and I smile. It really looks fantastic. I'll take a picture for you.

The other news, the absolutely phenomenal news, as you might have gleaned from the title, is that I got a call from Leah last night. I'm the new resident of Lesbyland!

She was totally sweet about it, too. She said that "everyone else was nice, but they paled in comparison" to me. So they just canceled the rest of their appointments and decided to just go with me. (I wasn't supposed to hear until next week.) 

Then she said that she and Jane were both really happy to have me as their roommate. I cheered and giggle and generally made a ninny of myself, but she didn't seem to care. We're already planning movie nights, since she and I both love to watch and deconstruct movies. (She found out I wrote movie reviews, and I think she considered that a plus.) 

I am just over the moon about this, seriously. It's the perfect place. It's in Richmond, which is near Oakland, and it's a half mile walk (or a five minute drive) from the BART station. I can then take the BART to school in less than an hour. 

It's right across the bay from San Francisco, with a wonderful view. The house has lots of light and is just gorgeous. The neighborhood has lots of used bookstores, and two indie movie theaters, and some big theaters, too. I didn't explore it yet, but I will. It sounds like a wonderful area. 

My room has its own entrance on the first floor. (The front door is on the second floor.) In addition to my bedroom and bathroom (oh, the bathroom is so adorable; I fell in love with it immediately) I have space for a mini-fridge and a microwave, and maybe some shelving. I can make my own little kitchenette. Leah's darkroom and office are also downstairs. Lots of her photographs are hanging around, and boy, is she talented. She just had a show somewhere-or-other.

I can't get over my luck. I know I really, really lucked out getting this place, and I'm so happy and excited. I can talk about my classes and my new home without feeling that clench of guilt and fear. I hated the way everyone's eyes widened when I said I was homeless. No more of that for me!

More good news is that I can move in on the 18th. So I'm leaving some stuff in the apartment and coming back for it that weekend. Perhaps I'll fly down and rent a U-Haul or something. Or, maybe I should just hire some movers. Tim says it's the way to go. I'll have to look into that. 

The motel is paid up through the seventh. And after that, the illustrious Aimee (I love you, Aimee) told me I could crash at her place until Lesbyland is ready for my grand entrance. So Aimee and I are going to have, like, a two week slumber party. I can introduce her cats to my bird. It should be an adventure. 

Right after I got this good news, Danielle and I headed to West Hollywood, to meet Fernando and his friend Paulo. We had dinner at a great Italian place that lets you "make your own" pasta. I selected fusilli in a lemon crème sauce with broccoli. Damn, was it ever good.

Then we went to a dance club that was playing 80s and 90s pop music and serving $2 Cosmos. I got drunk and danced the night away. And guess what they played? The Jeffersons theme song.  I kid you not.

Oh I'm movin' on up (movin' on up) to the East Bay....

I think Amaya is irritating. "I'm not a sorority girl... hee hee... look at my tits... hee hee... why does everyone look at my TITS? Whine whine... hee hee!"