bits and bites

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song of the moment - 3rd planet - modest mouse

so, i have to move. it's official. some pipe burst in a part of the building that doesn't actually exist somehow so they have to drill through several different walls and floors and work until 1 in the morning (and start again at 9) and somehow that means that the property manager and the superintendent have to laugh and talk at the top of their fucking lungs in the halls at ten o'clock in the morning.

so i complained and got informed that since they can't psychically know when people are here and when they aren't that they don't have to be considerate. that we should just suck it up that ten am is considered an acceptable time to wake people up.

great. my one day of the week i can get some sleep and they're standing outside my fucking apartment shouting at the tops of their lungs. AGAIN

there have been months and months of disturbance by this 'new, high efficiency' boiler that they've put in. about the only satisfaction for me is that they're not sleeping any better than i am since it keeps blowing up and failing and bursting pipes. and it further turns out that high efficiency means 'makes a jet plane sound quiet' *sigh* i love my apartment but i fucking hate this building.

you guys you can't believe the mess. they had to drill through the floor in the hall, the floor in the apartment across from the boiler room (that guy can't even be in his apartment right now) and the wall of the boiler room and MAYBE TnA's apartment wall/floor as well.

suckers.

the only satisfaction for me in all this? well actually there are two.

one. thank the universe they fired me because man this is a nightmare and has been for months.
two. it's costing them piles and piles of unexpected money

*evil grin*

what's funny is that i didn't go looking for an apartment, i went looking for a loft. how ridiculous is that since i can't even pay a tenth of the down payment? yeah, pretty ridiculous. still here i am perusing real estate listings for a home that i cannot possibly afford.

it is perhaps time to find out if a couple of people who want to finance my studio dreams wish to put their money where their mouths are... but i'm a little unsure about doing that. i don't really like the idea of tying my financial future to someone else unless it's a relative or a spouse. and even the spouse one is pretty strange considering what's happened to some friends of mine.

i just really hate the idea of moving to yet another place where i'll be paying someone else's rent. it sort of enrages me. what's even more frustrating is that if i could just stop dropping 600 bucks a month in studio rental fees i'd have my down payment by the end of the year.

man it sucks to be coming out of extreme poverty. i was doing okay when i got in my accident.. had savings and plans and all sorts of things. clearly the universe had something else in mind.
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[and it's 10 hours later]

i can't stop eating the pretzels and nutella long enough to type right now. gawd it's delicious.

it's funny how my love for chocolate has grown with me. i didn't really care that much about it for a long time and then i met really good dark chocolate and well. yeah gonzo.

and the hot doctor reintroduced me to nutella as an adult... man i'm grateful for that one.
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a friend of mine who has been married for a really long time was giving me the lecture about cooking for yourself. you know, the one where they tell you how much cheaper it is to cook all your meals?

the one where they tell you how easy it is?

the one where they do not consider, for even a second, how expensive it is to let half of every vegetable or whatever you buy rot in your fridge because you eat so little of everything. or that i'm a bitching cook. or that it's hard to cook balanced meals for one.

damm i love that lecture.
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this is the oddest cd. cast put modest mouse live on it followed by iron and wine. and it seems like the totally weirdest combination and yet? totally works.

and totally off topic? the freebird rant is one of the funniest things i've ever heard.
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othercat has bicep photos in his camera. if you're lucky you'll see them next week. they're a month old but it's cool.
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i didn't go to singles night at the climbing gym.

say it with me now, SINGLES night at the CLIMBING GYM. yeah.

it's theoretically about finding people belay partners except there's a picture of a heart shaped hold on the poster. for serious.

it's red and heart shaped.

yeah.

funnily enough it's not the total lameness of it that kept me from going, i was tired and i'd had a long day of work and being woken up by the fucking exploded boiler and i realised that i was only going because it was singles night and not because i particularly wanted to.

and since, when i was all into hcg, (who now lives on the back burner with several other folks) i made a rule that i could only go climbing if i wouldn't be sad that he wasn't there i decided it was a good rule in general. only go if you really really want to and not because someone might be there, you have plans to meet there (then you just belay slave) or it's singles night.

yeah. singles night at the climbing gym. that shit is just weird.

it's even weirder because some people will be looking for climbing partners and some people will be looking for dates and there's no particular way to tell who's what and who is or isn't married. it's strange.

i'm sorta unable to participate anyway because i have clients until an hour and a half after it starts. i confess that i'm sort of relieved. it just seems so painfully lame.

and yet really... how is okcupid or lavalife any less lame? and it's worked for TONS of folks that i know. funny little sass... :)