me face down across your floor
i have 25 days to be completely out of my apartment-ice cube trays-everything.
i'm sure they'll keep my deposit. though i dont know how anything could possibly need fixing- they've sent people in here to inspect or "repair" things a good seven times in the past two months (many times when i wasnt even home). and THAT is one thing i wont miss.
in addition:::::
i feel like i should make a quaint little story about this "it all started with the first time i was chased out of the parking lot by drunken frat boys". no.
i really wouldnt know where to begin with that.
basically- since i moved in here i have been hounded by college boys. living two blocks from SDSU- right next door to an irish pub- has been a really really um. god how do i put this. destructive- experience. ive had them at my door trying to push their way in- ive had collages made in my honor and taped to my door for all passersby to see- ive been sandwiched between cars- ive been chased ive been threatened - and every time its like- sort of empowering and sort of really really just. icky. then last week someone put a cryptic note under my door that has me sort of afraid to shower or sleep alone in this place. in addtion: my truck has been broken into three times in my own freakin parking space.
the culmination of this has lead to a complete distaste for my living situation.
and then- there's sarah. no. there's sarah first- then my apartment issues. sarah helped make this shit livable.
but we had the same idea in our own respective heads and last week someone said something and now the papers have been signed and we are finding a two bedroom apartment together for us and syd and hopefully shithead (pronounced shi-theed) and ruby and all of our paints and photochemicals and lithographic ink.
so thats' whats goin on in my life. heh. i should be so lucky.
feel informed. :D *internet smile*
i'm sure they'll keep my deposit. though i dont know how anything could possibly need fixing- they've sent people in here to inspect or "repair" things a good seven times in the past two months (many times when i wasnt even home). and THAT is one thing i wont miss.
in addition:::::
i feel like i should make a quaint little story about this "it all started with the first time i was chased out of the parking lot by drunken frat boys". no.
i really wouldnt know where to begin with that.
basically- since i moved in here i have been hounded by college boys. living two blocks from SDSU- right next door to an irish pub- has been a really really um. god how do i put this. destructive- experience. ive had them at my door trying to push their way in- ive had collages made in my honor and taped to my door for all passersby to see- ive been sandwiched between cars- ive been chased ive been threatened - and every time its like- sort of empowering and sort of really really just. icky. then last week someone put a cryptic note under my door that has me sort of afraid to shower or sleep alone in this place. in addtion: my truck has been broken into three times in my own freakin parking space.
the culmination of this has lead to a complete distaste for my living situation.
and then- there's sarah. no. there's sarah first- then my apartment issues. sarah helped make this shit livable.
but we had the same idea in our own respective heads and last week someone said something and now the papers have been signed and we are finding a two bedroom apartment together for us and syd and hopefully shithead (pronounced shi-theed) and ruby and all of our paints and photochemicals and lithographic ink.
so thats' whats goin on in my life. heh. i should be so lucky.
feel informed. :D *internet smile*