I've heard horror stories about renting. Now, I know what everyone is talking about. My new apartment, I love it. Sure, the next door neighbor pretends he's the building manager and my landlord is an asshole that drives a maserati and flips out about a thumbtack in the wall. But things came to a head today.
And green puss SPEWED out.
My landlord, and the "building manager" have unlawfully entered my apartment, "just because." No reason, no notice; just to wake us from slumber, or to fuck with my fuse box, or to scare the shit out of me. Today, Residence Life took action and installed a lock, no I'll rephrase, a BOLT on the door to the basement/laundry room that they were entering my apartment from. Revenge is sweet, but letting the rules work in your favor is sweeter.
Take that you steroid-freak bastard.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Like the toddler that I crave to be...
Monday night I had the first Sho-related outburst. It really hit me...I mean it felt different at first, not like any of the others, but I realized Monday night at 7:05 p.m. that
this
was
a
break-up.
I had just screamed, "You're fucking unbelievable" before slamming the phone shut. It's madness that I feel this way because I didn't anticipate that shitty break-up feeling. I thought it would feel warm and fuzzy, knowing that our relationship was so good, so fun, so easy, and the cosmos just didn't want us together at this time. And I imagined that we would hug and embrace, and we would smile with tears in our eyes, and Sho would say that it was his allergies, and I would laugh and a tear would drip down my cheek... And... I should start writing movies.
But anyway, that isn't what is happening. Instead, I'm cursing and crying and acting like the fire woman that I am, and Sho is left confused and frustrated, with no way to remedy the cause of my effect.
So after I slammed the phone shut angrily, I did what I usually do: flung it as hard as I could while making a banshee noise. Then pace the halls sobbing like a lost child in a mall, try to eat, weep over the open refrigerator, finally decide on just a water bottle, and head to my bed to cuddle and cry.
Ironically, when I was a toddler, and I was upset and crying, I was given a bottle, and laid down with a blanket. I always fell asleep.
Well, folks, it's 22 years later, and this phenomena became quite clear to me. Now I understand the urge to lay in bed with a liquid, consume half of it, and pass out.
Awakening from my 3 hour nap, I turned my phone back on, set my alarm for work tomorrow, and fell right back asleep. Sleep cures all ills, no?
this
was
a
break-up.
I had just screamed, "You're fucking unbelievable" before slamming the phone shut. It's madness that I feel this way because I didn't anticipate that shitty break-up feeling. I thought it would feel warm and fuzzy, knowing that our relationship was so good, so fun, so easy, and the cosmos just didn't want us together at this time. And I imagined that we would hug and embrace, and we would smile with tears in our eyes, and Sho would say that it was his allergies, and I would laugh and a tear would drip down my cheek... And... I should start writing movies.
But anyway, that isn't what is happening. Instead, I'm cursing and crying and acting like the fire woman that I am, and Sho is left confused and frustrated, with no way to remedy the cause of my effect.
So after I slammed the phone shut angrily, I did what I usually do: flung it as hard as I could while making a banshee noise. Then pace the halls sobbing like a lost child in a mall, try to eat, weep over the open refrigerator, finally decide on just a water bottle, and head to my bed to cuddle and cry.
Ironically, when I was a toddler, and I was upset and crying, I was given a bottle, and laid down with a blanket. I always fell asleep.
Well, folks, it's 22 years later, and this phenomena became quite clear to me. Now I understand the urge to lay in bed with a liquid, consume half of it, and pass out.
Awakening from my 3 hour nap, I turned my phone back on, set my alarm for work tomorrow, and fell right back asleep. Sleep cures all ills, no?
Monday, September 22, 2008
Updates, Atlanta.
I've been gone for so long. I know. The purpose of all this was to keep a record. And I have to dig up the little scraps in the bottom of my pocketbook and elaborate and post.
So, what's going on? I just got back from Atlanta last night. I have to say, I can see myself there. It was as eerie as that San Francisco feeling, much the opposite of the Louisiana feeling - as I hopped out of a pick-up in my black heels (circa 2004) and sunk (literally, it made a plop sound) into the Louisana "grass" which is really just green mud.
Spent the weekend with J, and her absolutely adorable nephew. Not only is it refreshing to spend time with a best friend, and a pleasant baby - but to see a healthy relationship. I see so much badness in my observations on boyfriend/girlfriend relationships of my friends. It's not quite like a warning light, but it's more of a chuckle as I can smell that their relationship is representative of the smell of bile. Yes, kids, this really happens to me.
Finished a David Sedaris book, and I wished he was a woman over and over again, as I chuckled and laughed outright throughout the book. That's the only thing standing in the way for full author-love to commence.
The plane back was well, interesting. J and I were seated far away from one another, and the lovely pudgy black flight attendant desk person wouldn't switch us. We boarded with the idea that we would ask the people around us. I asked, but the gentleman next to me was with his wife, and the asian dude on the other aisle didn't speak english. I traveled to J's seat to inquire further - told her about some issues with a little girl who was screaming her head off - and I notice the man in front of her is turned facing me as well.
Man: "Did you want to switch? Where are you sitting?"
Me: "35C. Up there. It's in the aisle."
Pause.
Man from behind me: "You gotta take the aisle!"
Pause.
Man: "Ok."
I turn around to walk back.
Man: "Where are you going?"
Me: "To get my stuff."
Man: "It's gonna cost ya."
Me: "What?!"
Man: "A phone number, maybe. I don't know."
I laugh, and come back in a flash with my bag. There is an awkward moment where we both try to fit through the aisle.
Mission accomplished: Seat secured near Jessica so she can pull my ponytail when she wants to tell me something.
Men: 0
Me: 1
And yes, I've started a competition. I'm not giving out my digits. These whores are going to have to work for it a bit. I'm hoping to weed out insecurity and those men who aren't all that cute, and then after dating them for 3 months, I look around and go - why am I not dating THAT? Referring to some beautiful specimen at the next table.
As you all know, a certain man is leaving me for the very clean and inspiring city of angels. My friends are currently taking bets on what his next move will be. All of my chips are off the table, I ate them.
Look for some emotional posts in the future where I discuss. I'm practicing my "fuck you, I'm fabulous" attitude.
So, what's going on? I just got back from Atlanta last night. I have to say, I can see myself there. It was as eerie as that San Francisco feeling, much the opposite of the Louisiana feeling - as I hopped out of a pick-up in my black heels (circa 2004) and sunk (literally, it made a plop sound) into the Louisana "grass" which is really just green mud.
Spent the weekend with J, and her absolutely adorable nephew. Not only is it refreshing to spend time with a best friend, and a pleasant baby - but to see a healthy relationship. I see so much badness in my observations on boyfriend/girlfriend relationships of my friends. It's not quite like a warning light, but it's more of a chuckle as I can smell that their relationship is representative of the smell of bile. Yes, kids, this really happens to me.
Finished a David Sedaris book, and I wished he was a woman over and over again, as I chuckled and laughed outright throughout the book. That's the only thing standing in the way for full author-love to commence.
The plane back was well, interesting. J and I were seated far away from one another, and the lovely pudgy black flight attendant desk person wouldn't switch us. We boarded with the idea that we would ask the people around us. I asked, but the gentleman next to me was with his wife, and the asian dude on the other aisle didn't speak english. I traveled to J's seat to inquire further - told her about some issues with a little girl who was screaming her head off - and I notice the man in front of her is turned facing me as well.
Man: "Did you want to switch? Where are you sitting?"
Me: "35C. Up there. It's in the aisle."
Pause.
Man from behind me: "You gotta take the aisle!"
Pause.
Man: "Ok."
I turn around to walk back.
Man: "Where are you going?"
Me: "To get my stuff."
Man: "It's gonna cost ya."
Me: "What?!"
Man: "A phone number, maybe. I don't know."
I laugh, and come back in a flash with my bag. There is an awkward moment where we both try to fit through the aisle.
Mission accomplished: Seat secured near Jessica so she can pull my ponytail when she wants to tell me something.
Men: 0
Me: 1
And yes, I've started a competition. I'm not giving out my digits. These whores are going to have to work for it a bit. I'm hoping to weed out insecurity and those men who aren't all that cute, and then after dating them for 3 months, I look around and go - why am I not dating THAT? Referring to some beautiful specimen at the next table.
As you all know, a certain man is leaving me for the very clean and inspiring city of angels. My friends are currently taking bets on what his next move will be. All of my chips are off the table, I ate them.
Look for some emotional posts in the future where I discuss. I'm practicing my "fuck you, I'm fabulous" attitude.
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