2007-01-14
You can't spell "former housemate" without "F.U".
It's been about two weeks since I got the keys to my new place and it is still hopelessly incomplete. It doesn't help that there are still no curtains in my apartment because the landlord lost them. Yes, they lost my curtains. And I'm paying these people a large amount of money each month. Also, a ton of my stuff is still at my old apartment in Arcata, including my massive couch which is too big to fit into the building's elevator. So, until I can find two suckers dear friends to help me move it up three flights of stairs, I will continue to have a large couch-sized empty space in my new apartment.
As for the rest of my things, there are many reasons why I haven't moved them yet, the largest being that I am very lazy. Add a week of below-freezing temperatures, a massive head cold and a broken elevator, and you'll have the reason why I only have half of my things in my new apartment.
This morning though, I was set to get the rest of my things over here. The weather was tolerable, the elevator was working again, and I was strangely motivated. The night before, I went out drinking with My Former Moomie, who is getting pretty anxious for me to get everything out of what will soon be his apartment, and had a great time largely due to the free shots MF Moomie bought me. But this morning, when I made the first of what was supposed to be many trips back to the old apartment, I was regaled by MF Moomie about how disgusting everything in our apartment is, which apparently is completely my fault. The dead bugs he found in the light fixture? Totally my fault. The dirt under the stove? I put it there. The dishwasher that has never worked and was broken when I moved in? Still, my fault. The annoying part isn't that MF Moomie was accusing me of being a filthy, revolting person (though it wasn't the best part of my day) but that in the entire time I lived there, he never once cleaned anything. Not one thing; I don't even think he knew where I kept the broom. So apparently I didn't do a good enough job of cleaning the house for him while he was living there. Jackass. It just goes to show, friends are so much more enjoyable when they are accompanied with free vodka.
corin82 at 5:27 p.m.