apartment hunting
just in case I was having any doubts about moving out, as I'm sitting here, being horribly depressed by the craigslist roommate ads, i hear enough gunfire outside to make me actually slink off the couch onto the floor (where i am not in front of the window).
ugh. and more passive agressive notes on the fridge about doing dishes. But of course I've stopped cooking anything here since there is *always* a bubbling pot of meat on the stove and I dont want to go near it. if she were nearly as neurotic about how clean her intestines were as she is about the dishes i think she'd be alot better off. i seriously think she's into some kind of housewife drugs, those mild speedy pills or something. i know she's on a bunch of med for some kind of muscle injury (with the workers comp paying her rent so she has nothing better to do all day than cook meat). The other day I saw her outside in the pouring rain trying to put these rusty shelves together. She looked crazed. i hate it here.
i looked at a place today that wasnt so bad - it looks a whole lot better after looking through the ads again and getting shot at in west oakland. For just about every place i've lived though I've *just known* when I walked into a place. I didnt get that feeling there. But I just want it to be over with, I hate not knowing.
I went to the million fishes open house too, and I think it went okay - at least I didnt say I had been living on a beach for the past few months and it was time to "have a space" like that stoned dude - and i would live there just for the facilities. But I dont really think they'd pick me anyway, I think I'm not arty active enough lately.
ugh. and I'm beat i think i might go to bed early.
ugh. and more passive agressive notes on the fridge about doing dishes. But of course I've stopped cooking anything here since there is *always* a bubbling pot of meat on the stove and I dont want to go near it. if she were nearly as neurotic about how clean her intestines were as she is about the dishes i think she'd be alot better off. i seriously think she's into some kind of housewife drugs, those mild speedy pills or something. i know she's on a bunch of med for some kind of muscle injury (with the workers comp paying her rent so she has nothing better to do all day than cook meat). The other day I saw her outside in the pouring rain trying to put these rusty shelves together. She looked crazed. i hate it here.
i looked at a place today that wasnt so bad - it looks a whole lot better after looking through the ads again and getting shot at in west oakland. For just about every place i've lived though I've *just known* when I walked into a place. I didnt get that feeling there. But I just want it to be over with, I hate not knowing.
I went to the million fishes open house too, and I think it went okay - at least I didnt say I had been living on a beach for the past few months and it was time to "have a space" like that stoned dude - and i would live there just for the facilities. But I dont really think they'd pick me anyway, I think I'm not arty active enough lately.
ugh. and I'm beat i think i might go to bed early.