Packing
Packing. Packing really sucks. So far I haven't done much because I'm a procrastinator and I do not enjoy packing my belongings at all.
I have to wash all my clothes, fold and pack them into boxes by Sunday. Because Monday I'm moving to chandler. My only day off this week will be Saturday. I have no Idea what I'm going to do. I'm so screwed. Luckily, I have friends who love me. Sorta. Saturday my friend Justin is coming over to help me pack and I will pay him in Sushi. I love sushi, so, so much. But really, just him being here will be fine. His presence is enough. He's insanely intelligent and ungodly gorgeous. Seriously. No one should look that good. I also need him to be here when my apartment manager does the final walk-through. I have a $650 security deposit on the line. I've been trying to round up a posse.
Yes, I just used the word "posse" in a sentence. I need a posse to be here. Because I figure if people are with me, more specifically men, it is less likely I will be taken advantage of. The carpet in this place was screwed when I moved in. I was told it would be replaced. It never got replaced. Just shampooed. And I hope you all remember the plumbing debacle a couple months back.
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We all know what a douche my apartment manager is. Believe me, I'm very assertive when necessary. No one, and I mean NO ONE walks on me. But I am also acutely aware that as a woman, some men feel I can be taken advantage of. I learned this early on, when I first began cooking. So while I don't NEED a man around, I think it would be wise to cover my ass because I have an eerie suspicion he is going to try and hold me responsible for this shitty carpet. And I am SO not going down without a fight.
Oh and um, my Beatles loving, decoupage fiend room mate is currently making her way to Arizona. Let us all send good chi her way.
I have to wash all my clothes, fold and pack them into boxes by Sunday. Because Monday I'm moving to chandler. My only day off this week will be Saturday. I have no Idea what I'm going to do. I'm so screwed. Luckily, I have friends who love me. Sorta. Saturday my friend Justin is coming over to help me pack and I will pay him in Sushi. I love sushi, so, so much. But really, just him being here will be fine. His presence is enough. He's insanely intelligent and ungodly gorgeous. Seriously. No one should look that good. I also need him to be here when my apartment manager does the final walk-through. I have a $650 security deposit on the line. I've been trying to round up a posse.
Yes, I just used the word "posse" in a sentence. I need a posse to be here. Because I figure if people are with me, more specifically men, it is less likely I will be taken advantage of. The carpet in this place was screwed when I moved in. I was told it would be replaced. It never got replaced. Just shampooed. And I hope you all remember the plumbing debacle a couple months back.
http://retro-modernist.livejournal.com/167132.html
We all know what a douche my apartment manager is. Believe me, I'm very assertive when necessary. No one, and I mean NO ONE walks on me. But I am also acutely aware that as a woman, some men feel I can be taken advantage of. I learned this early on, when I first began cooking. So while I don't NEED a man around, I think it would be wise to cover my ass because I have an eerie suspicion he is going to try and hold me responsible for this shitty carpet. And I am SO not going down without a fight.
Oh and um, my Beatles loving, decoupage fiend room mate is currently making her way to Arizona. Let us all send good chi her way.