cheques... and other observations

Besides witnessing the blood boiling reality of having someone water their garage door (washing)... one thing that really ticks me off is cheques. As I have written about many times before, I hate cheques. You have to remember how much you've cheque'ed out, and its such a waste of paper folks! I wouldn't be surprised if my bank sends the credit card department a cheque for my payments (which was transferred from a checking account of the same bank).

So why have I bought up this topic again, since I have lived with the lack of electronic banking for the most part for 13 months? Well, I am moving to a new apartment and question came up of whether or not I need to order new cheques with the right address on them. Matter of fact is - no, it doesn't really matter... unless your cheques are prone to get bounced. But of course banks tell you otherwise, so here I am with another 3 books of un-used cheques, which they have suggested for me to destroy.

No, I ain't doing it.

Other than my banking dramas... life has been pretty good. J is still around, not getting sick of me, We're going to Hawaii together for Xmas... kinda weird to go with a boy I'm seeing, as oppose to with friends. It'll be nice. I mean, we are great friends deep down (regardless of all the other stuff we get up to).

Super busy months ahead... moving, dragon boat competition on Treasure Island, brother's visit, NY and LV trips, visiting cousins for Thanksgiving and then Christmas is right there! AGH!

gimme a home amongst the gum trees...

That... is actually what I'm about to do.

Have had an inkling to move for awhile. Not because I am not getting along with the flatmates, but really wanting a slightly bigger room. Jay introduced me to the Cole Valley area and wow, what a find! It is this pocket that nestles between Haight St and Twin Peaks. Most certain some fab neighbourhood bars... but with the quiet and calm that a yuppie dog owning neighbourhood brings.

New place backs onto a nature reserve -planted full of eucylyptus. Landlord lives upstairs and the apartment was newly decorated (convenient since one flatmate is an interior designer). Both flatmates are amazing cooks... on my inspection day they were just whipping up some lunch. Ohhh god didn't that smell good.

With the move comes the fun of needing to advertise my room. I have since had a few experiences with CL postings - they have mainly, er, been pulled down - but I am sure I can come up with some awesome copy to sell this space. I mean, this room has had a pretty good record... the flatmates have only moved out because of work situation, and moving in/ near to the boys.

On that note... Jay and I are doing good. Not sure if I should call him my BF but its also nice to not have labels. We're doing something together once a week or so... i love it. I'm comfortable around him. He's quirky and cheeky... sometimes need to be reigned in but hey, just what I like;)