our house burned down.
for real.
well, it didn't burn down to the ground. but the back of it burned up and we had to leave.
someone broke into our neighbors house in the middle of the night, stole a bunch of his stuff, and then piled a lot of garbage onto the top of the gs stove and turned the pilot lights on. we didn't have smoke detectors and neither did he, so we had no idea what was going on until it was too late.
i went to sleep and so did donnie. t was still awake, towards the front of the house. in new orleans, many of the apartments are shotguns- meaning that the rooms are stacked in a linear fashion, one after the other, from the front door to the back door. we were living in a double shotgun- a house comprised of 2 shotgun apartments. the rooms were ordered from back to front: bathroom, kitchen, my bedroom, t's bedroom, donnie's bedroom. when our neighbor's kitchen went on fire, it burned up his house and through the wall into our kitchen. the door was closed in between the kitchen and my bedroom. the house went up in flames, and my room filled with smoke. t got up at around 5 am when he noticed smoke curling underneath the door from my room to his. he woke me up and kicked down the door from my room to the kitchen.
the fire department put out the fire and smashed through the wall and soaked everything with water. we didn't have much stuff, so we didn't lose much. the red cross put us up in a hotel for 3 days, we paid out of pocket after that. our cunt-ass landlady tried to stiff us on our security deposit, even threatening to call animal control to take my dog away if we did not get our stuff and her out of there. never mind that her building was not up to code and burned down with us in it and we were living at a hotel and trying to find a place to live and running back and forth trying to take care of the dog which was 20,000 times more difficult because she would not give us back our security deposit AAAAAAAAGH cuntface i hate her!
neighboring squatter offered to watch swamp-dog but wound up stealing clothes from me ACCIDENTALLY (borrowing something without asking and then leaving them somewhere and forgetting about the entire incident because you are on x counts as stealing.)
we finally found a place and rescued the puppy and few things that were still in the building and moved into a beautiful new apartment with a backyard for swamp and a claw-foot tub. the stove and fridge would be set up tomorrow, but otherwise we were told we could move in. well, that was a month ago and the ACCIDENTALLY demoed 3/4 of our apartment and rebuilt it. for the past 3 and a half wqeeks we have been living in one room with the dog, often without access to running water or a kitchen.
cuntface finally agreed to give us our money back, but stiffed us 100 dollars. we had to take it, obviously.
the only good thing that has come out of all of this is that t and i are getting along now. we almost killed each other several times, and even had a dramatic scene or 2 on the street with the neighbors getting involved... but are once again united and on the same team. it is difficult to maintain trust when we are so very, very different- and disaster seems to follow us around when we are together.
i am waitressing and bartending and trey is working on his web stuff.
thats all.
well, it didn't burn down to the ground. but the back of it burned up and we had to leave.
someone broke into our neighbors house in the middle of the night, stole a bunch of his stuff, and then piled a lot of garbage onto the top of the gs stove and turned the pilot lights on. we didn't have smoke detectors and neither did he, so we had no idea what was going on until it was too late.
i went to sleep and so did donnie. t was still awake, towards the front of the house. in new orleans, many of the apartments are shotguns- meaning that the rooms are stacked in a linear fashion, one after the other, from the front door to the back door. we were living in a double shotgun- a house comprised of 2 shotgun apartments. the rooms were ordered from back to front: bathroom, kitchen, my bedroom, t's bedroom, donnie's bedroom. when our neighbor's kitchen went on fire, it burned up his house and through the wall into our kitchen. the door was closed in between the kitchen and my bedroom. the house went up in flames, and my room filled with smoke. t got up at around 5 am when he noticed smoke curling underneath the door from my room to his. he woke me up and kicked down the door from my room to the kitchen.
the fire department put out the fire and smashed through the wall and soaked everything with water. we didn't have much stuff, so we didn't lose much. the red cross put us up in a hotel for 3 days, we paid out of pocket after that. our cunt-ass landlady tried to stiff us on our security deposit, even threatening to call animal control to take my dog away if we did not get our stuff and her out of there. never mind that her building was not up to code and burned down with us in it and we were living at a hotel and trying to find a place to live and running back and forth trying to take care of the dog which was 20,000 times more difficult because she would not give us back our security deposit AAAAAAAAGH cuntface i hate her!
neighboring squatter offered to watch swamp-dog but wound up stealing clothes from me ACCIDENTALLY (borrowing something without asking and then leaving them somewhere and forgetting about the entire incident because you are on x counts as stealing.)
we finally found a place and rescued the puppy and few things that were still in the building and moved into a beautiful new apartment with a backyard for swamp and a claw-foot tub. the stove and fridge would be set up tomorrow, but otherwise we were told we could move in. well, that was a month ago and the ACCIDENTALLY demoed 3/4 of our apartment and rebuilt it. for the past 3 and a half wqeeks we have been living in one room with the dog, often without access to running water or a kitchen.
cuntface finally agreed to give us our money back, but stiffed us 100 dollars. we had to take it, obviously.
the only good thing that has come out of all of this is that t and i are getting along now. we almost killed each other several times, and even had a dramatic scene or 2 on the street with the neighbors getting involved... but are once again united and on the same team. it is difficult to maintain trust when we are so very, very different- and disaster seems to follow us around when we are together.
i am waitressing and bartending and trey is working on his web stuff.
thats all.