7 posts tagged “landlord”

I cannot, for the life of me, remember what else I had to do today.

I've emailed my landlord, rent is all ready to go and will be mailed out as soon as I leave, I burned some cd's for Nate, I'm going to be going to the bank in a few minutes, got a place to ship my table, talked my sister into actually bringing it to the shipping place...

There's something else... I think. 

Oh well, even if I forgot something I think I'm doing pretty okay.

Gotta go get us ready to take off.

Why does shit always change so quickly for me?

For as long as I can remember whenever things start to change in my life everything changes and it all happens in a flash.

I got home and Lesley's shit was half moved out today.  Her and the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet viewed an apartment yesterday and apparently they landlord is a friend of a friend of the bihganty and BAM... they got the place.

It's fucking insane.

It makes me sad though.  Hopefully everything will be better after pho on Saturday.  Hopefully.

When I got home, my first objective was to call my landlord.  Which I did and though I'm sure that he likes me I'm still a little bit nervous about stuff.  (Rental Apps, Credit/Criminal Checks and what not.)  Only time will tell though.  Second on the agenda was to get stoned. 
Apparently I haven't smoked in so long I fucking forgot where I put my stash.  I looked in three different places before I found it. 
Fuuuuuck!

I need to go shower.  A really long, long ass shower.  It's gonna be great.

Dinner went well. 
Little T and I made Shepard's Pie. 
I have never seen a kid eat so much freakin' food.  Then, first thing this morning after I got here he comes out and asks me if there is any more and can he have it for lunch.  (Actually he wanted just a "little, little, tiny piece" for breakfast too.)  I think he liked it.

I sort of made my "semi-reasonable" bed time.  After the kid went to be the T and I were discussing all the things we can't discuss in front of him.  At some point we got on the topic of how the apartment is going to be set up.  He started throwing out suggestions but because I'm such a visual person I have a hard time imagining things without seeing them.  His response to this...  "I have something to help with that"  or something like that.  He jumped up went to the computer, I sat on the couch wondering what the hell he was doing for a few minutes then more or less passed out until I woke up to him playing with my feet. 
What was he doing?
Making a layout of my apartment via the Sims.
Hilarious!
After I got over my amusement at the situation I realize it was actually a pretty good idea.  We didn't really decide anything except that the cable comes in the living room in a really awful spot.
I left here a little bit after midnight, got home, showered and was in bed by 1a.  Later than I wanted but not that bad, add that to the fact that I didn't have to be here until 8a... I feel much better.  Still tired, but feeling much better!

I miss bed sex. 
Never thought I'd say that.
Though I totally enjoy the shower sex and living-room blow-jobs, I miss the non-rushed sex that comes behind closed, locked, bedroom doors.
That's gonna be some good sexin' when it happens.

Today I need to...
- Come up with something to do with a handful of strawberries.
- Send out a few resumes.
- Call my landlord, discuss plans.
- Make sure Little T is at home at 3.30p
- Decide if I'm gonna go get a drink with Miss. Kelly and what to wear when I decide that I have to go.
- Burn cd for Nate.

I need to be in bed at a semi-reasonable hour tonight.  I've been too grumpy all day.  Starting this morning with a comment by the T that I took WAY too personally.  It's just continued to grow from there. 

Last night after posting about my irritability I was in bed and I got a text from the Terrorist offering his ear and cigarettes for venting purposes.  So I ran up here for a smoke and a chat. 

The cause of my irritability was this:  the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet has more or less moved in.  That in itself doesn't really bother me.  I've made it no secret that I'm not his number one fan but I can be civil.  He needs a place to stay while he and Les look for a new place so fine... he can crash with us.  (Plus he's paying rent.)  What i didn't think of is that fact that he has a dog.  So, last night, when I got home and poked my head in Lesley's room to say hi, the furry four legged friend was chillin on the floor. 
Not cool.
Personally I am a pet lover.  I think they're fabulous.  Dogs, Cats, Reptiles, Fish... whatever.  The problem though, is that it has been specifically stated in our rental contract and other times that there are NO PETS! allowed.  So, the pooch has got to go.  Unless Lesley gets the okay from our landlord I'm going to have to be a cunt about this.  I refuse to loose that apartment because of her boyfriends dog. 

The other cause's of my irritability are from non-direct sources.  Things such as my nephew who is the only 15 year old douche bag I know.  The Baby Momma and the Baby Momma's Momma are causing grief for the T which isn't cool.  The fact that noone has called me to offer me a surpremely awesome job (nevermind the fact that I haven't sent resumes out anywhere) is a fairly big irratation.  Little T... No... Little T has been awesome today.  AND thanks to my sister we've come up with a wonderful idea for dinner.  My sister is kind of irratating me but I think she's finnally pulled her head out of her ass. 

Okay that's enough.  I need to do stuff.  Maybe go pick some strawberries.  The T's neighbors have a yard full of strawberries and they've given us free reign but I keep forgetting about it.  Today would be a good day for that.

Plus, Strawberries are happy.

I don't know why but the girls being away has inspired me to get shit done.  I've made a few random todo lists here and there but this one is going to be the mutha-load.  All the stuff I've been putting off.  All the stuff that's minor and probably shouldn't be on a ToDo list... everything. 
I tried getting LIttle T to help me but I've learned that having a 9 year old as a personal assistant isn't a great idea... they're forgetful as hell!! 

• Get pics from Walgreen's   (Done!)
  
• Decorate wall with them
• Laundry  (Done! ... Plus I did all of the T's and Little T's ... Yes I'm Amazing!)
  
• Clean (done) , clean, clean.
• Attempt to organize photos. 
  
• Call/Email landlord about tub/rent.  (Done!)
• Mail cards.  (Done!)
  
• Convince mom to help me with computer endeavors.
• Talk to Katie  (Done!... She is freakishly in love!)
  
• Check Mail.  (Done!)
  
• Find another book to read. (Done for now)
  
• Get music to make Cd's
• Organize adult stuff.  (Bill type things)
•  Find job  (I'm realizing how much I hate job hunting.  Especially in this market.  New Goal - 3 resumes a day)
  
• Get gas  (Done.. $12 to fill my tank! ..granted I was only 1/4 down but still!)
  
• Register to vote.  (Done!)
  
•  Pay utilities   (Will be done before the end of the night... well tomorrow at the lastest)
  
•  Go to bank.  (Done!)
  
•  Pick up Check/Get boxes for Alex/Get Alex's phone number  (Done)
  
• Google "Making Pizza" to find a good/kid friendly pizza making ideas (that aren't english muffin pizzas.)
  
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I left a few empty spots for when I remember all that other shit I want to do.
Now I must go pass out like a fuck and get up early and get coffee and go watch LIttle T and some how figure out how to make cleaning my apartment fun for him. 

I knew it was going to, too. 

From the moment I woke up I knew I should have just stayed in bed.  Shut the alarm off, roll over and go back to sleep.  My insane, idealistic self wouldnt let me do it.  Being the freakish optimist I tend to be, I figured it was all in my head and climbed out of bed.

The day just started shitty.  I was in a bad mood and tired and yada yada yada.  I went out to smoke with Chris and that's when my landlord asked me about the broken screen.*  I told him Lesley got locked out.  ('Cause I don't think we're supposed to have squatters without his okay.)  Then he continued to question me about it.  Not that big of a deal... but crappy nonetheless. 

The bad vibes then felt it was time for Christopher and I to have a fight.  (A big, blowout, kind of fight.)  Chris has been staying here for about a month and a half.  Now that Shaz is staying here too the house is getting a bit crowded.  Somewhere along the line I decided that I would tell Chris that he's gotta find a new place in two weeks or start paying rent.  (He's offered before but my theory was that he'd find a place faster if he saved his money to move instead of paying us.)  I have a hard time talking with Chris about anything serious because I don't know how he's going to react to things.  This is a problem I've always had and will probably continue to have.  Anyway, he was fine with the actual two week thing but it moved on to more shit.  Deeper more emotionally related and draining shit.  That... that was exhausting. 

Oh boy did I cry.  And cry.  And cry.  I haven't cried like that in a while.  Now, in all fairness it wasn't just because of the argument he and I got into, there was just a lot of built up shit in my head and this was the catalyst that set me off. 

(I hear a train.)

So yeah, I cried and cried then showered then cried some more.  By then it was time for me to stop the self pity train and get ready because the Terrorist was going to be stopping by.

We ended up going up to his place where we ended up having couch sex.  Then the condom broke.  Fuck.  Big fuck.  Big, double, shit, goddamn, ahhhhhhhh, FUCK!!!   He and I have deduced that because my girly parts are so fucked up the actual possibility of me being fertile is probably pretty fucking low. 

Which is true.. but I'm still a bit worried and will be until I start bleeding.

The bad vibes then followed me to work.  Though nothing big happened there were a bunch of little irritating things such as...

1. Got there late... And for no reason 'cause I left the Terrorist's house 5 mins before I normally leave mine.
2. The shuttle I was on going to the airport almost went off the road.
3. I bent 3 nails all at once.  (I bent them WAY down toward the nail bed... it hurt!!)
4. When I got there barely anything was done
5. There were more but my brain is tired and remembering hurts. 

It's just been a crappy day.  I hope tomorrow goes better. 

Which, if we're being technical and saying that "today" is June 2nd and "tomorrow" is June 3rd then tomorrow is going much better.  So far on June 3rd I've...  (I'm liking lists tonight)

1. I got home to Lesley passed out but in the kitchen was a plate wrapped in a paper-towel with a note that said "EAT ME" on it.  Inside... Blueberry Pancakes!!
2. I found out the name of the Artist for this song I LOVE but couldn't for the life of me figure out who did it!  I figured it out!!!
3. Chris found a HUGE, really really nice monitor on his walk home tonight.  And... IT WORKS!!  (Granted that doesn't really affect me other than being envious as all hell I think it's some sort of proof that the cosmos are swinging in the direction of good things.)
4. On the way home from work I was behind a car with a bumper sticker that said "I'm only speeding because I really have to POOP."

*Shaz got locked out the other night.  Lesley was at the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet's house and I was at the Terrorists place so Shaz broke the screen and climbed in the window.

Okay that's a total over exaggeration but man I'm exhausted.