Shit Meet Fan
April 24, 2008
I received a phone call in the middle of my breakfast cereal from AJ with G&N Construction. He was outside my door ready to start work at 8:20am even though they had made arrangements to be there later this afternoon. After being late for three months they were 5 hours early. G&N Construction have been a nice bunch of indians (dot not feather) so I was just happy that they were actually here to start something.
I let Brian babysit the construction crew while I ran over to work and kick-started the office. Once my messages were retrieved and doors were unlocked, I came back home to find that my bedroom was empty and the floorboards were torn up. It had been less than an hour! Amazing! Indians are very fast, hard workers. They are all very polite too! They are the Mexicans of New York City. Boy, do I miss real, live Mexicans from Southern California. Now, if only AJ could make me a decent burrito while he hacks away at my apartment…. anyway, I digress. After shoving everything I owned into the living room, I took a shit-ton more photographic evidence for our big court day tomorrow morning.
That’s black mold by the way! I knew it! OK, so I don’t miss the humor in this entirely shitty situation. Trust me, it’s hilarious. That’s why you are laughing in disbelief. However, my sense of humor and patience have been exhausted. I am ready to check myself into a mental hospital. I cannot take the stress of this shit anymore. I feel like I have no place to live, to be comfortable – no place that is mine. I don’t even know where I should masturbate anymore.
I barricaded myself into the back part of my apartment by using my moldy mattress as a wall between the living room and the hallway. It’s helping to keep the sawdust and crap out.
OMG!!! I JUST TURNED AROUND AND FOUND THIS!!!!!! How did it die? I didn’t kill it. Where did it magically come from? And why is the leg detatched? Was it inside my pants? Christ.
Think of Brian and I tomorrow morning at 9:30am!!!! It’s our big court day!
If we don’t win, I’ll die.
goodluck, goodluck, goodluck, goodluck- i’ll be sending posi thoughts your way all day!! xok
omg….wait, hold on a sec and let me collect my jaw from the floor.
HOLY SHIT!
i cant believe the current apt status. im so sorry and i hope it all gets resolved quickly. we need a sane and stable jeffrey. we as in, WE are the WORLD, the PEOPLE.
good luck today.
xoxo
-j
team marx
YOUR GOING TO KICK ASS IN COURT BABY!!!!!
[...] And speaking of fun… tomorrow Jeffrey and I are headed off to court with our scumbag landlord to explain why we stopped paying rent. Hmmm… I wonder what our reasoning could be:For more pics, and to find out what was going with our new floors while I was at work, be sure check out Jeffrey’s blog. [...]
Um, I think this is our apartment now. Get in contact with us, Pllleaaassse?