Saturday, November 1stI was really dreading interacting with our landlord, but Tia had my back, albeit silently. I knew at that point he had no basic understanding of how leases or math worked. But I was also relieved the day had finally come to tell him we were getting the fuck out of there. As per usual, he texted me and said he was heading over ( Read more... )

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A lot of shitty things happened in August unless nothing was happening at all. The curse was slowing, but it wasn't quitting. It got to a point where I had to hope for days of nothingness in exchange for not having a day where a new obstacle presented itself ( Read more... )

We knew we were going to have to take extreme measures to move while also ensuring we didn't bring any bedbugs or cockroaches along with us. One night, I realized just how hard it would be as I stumbled across a Cracked.com article about it. It was a tough, depressing decision, but we decided we had to get rid of our furniture. Bedbug sightings ( Read more... )

Upon confirming that we had a place to move to, I was more or lesssettled on abandoning our responsibilities as subletters without as much as even an e-mail notifying the kid. It's hard not to have envy-induced ill will towards these spoiled college brats whose lives are so extravagant that they're able to have homes in multiple upscale cities at ( Read more... )

Tuesday, June 17thI hung out with Jess early in the morning and we napped together. I guess the ultimatum was still in place, even though she'd technically already given up her last chance. Deep down, I'm sure she knew I was too weak to stick to it. I'd even made time that day to buy her a new, smaller backpack so she didn't have to use her ( Read more... )

We had a lot to do before physically moving and only a couple days to do it all, so we were no longer waiting on anyone else, whether it be our landlady or Jess or whomever. If it took being selfish or inconsiderate, we were ready be it. After all, doing the "right" thing, being considerate, and being "responsible" had not once paid off. We signed ( Read more... )

What an appropriate way of spending my last full day in Schenectady: sitting alone at Bombers, eating a burrito that I got for free thanks to a fully-punched frequent burrito card I found last week by their register, and watching a perfectly beautiful day fade away as everyone in the world shows up here with their families, groups of friends, or ( Read more... )

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I wouldn't say we ever really settled into our apartment, hence the series title of these particular entries. Regardless of electricity, blankets, and a place to make adequate food, it always felt like we were squatting. If you didn't know better in the day time, you might even suspect we actually were judging from the way the place looked. We went ( Read more... )