Now for the follow up to my sad little story.
I get a call back from my landlord, one entire whole week later. He's calling to arrange a time to sign a lease! I inform him I have found other living arrangements and because brian was seemed unwilling to accept ben as a tennant he has decided to take a summer job in another province. The landlord is shocked. I tell him I couldn't risk being without a place to live so close to the end of the month, and when he left me hanging and didn't return my calls, I naturally assumed he wasnt going to renew.
he was silent for a while, then muttered and said "well.. I'm in a bit of a jam then"
I thanked him for the year a promised to leave the place nice a clean. Afterall, I would like to use him as a reference later.
Melissa and I are going to be great I think. I feel without doubt, which I was full of going into things with new ben.
Old ben is being highly supportive and helpful. getting this place packed is a giant task.
I'll be sleeping in the kitchen/eating area with a futon mattress, my pile of betting, a nightstand with my socks/underwear/personal items inside, alarm clock light and laptop ontop of/my jewlery/bathroomstuff/and my clothes.
none of my pretty pictures, or furniture, cds, movies, art supplies, books.
just the basics.
I am getting rid of everything I think I'll want to store once I get back into a real place. all of the clothes I haven't wore in six months or keep meaning to sew up but didn't went out tonight. a whole pile of cute little trinkets I love to keep for no reason are gone.
This time it has to be fresh, it has to be new, and it has to work. I can't take all this bullshit anymore.
the good news, I get to take my kitties with me right away. It's going to be crazy, but I just can't live without them, I love those fuzzy things too much. bastards. too cute.
We're getting a place IN the village. I am not going back over to sherborne, and I would like to stay away from st. jamestown. I'd like my normal brand of crazy gayborhood crackheads rather than the regent weirdo's.
Gregs grandmother is not so well. shes seeing things, and they think shes having the onset of alzimers or something. She's had some movement in her left side, so I think she'll walk again.. but from the hospital, she'll be going into a nursing home full time. She'd need 24 hour care at home, which is $20 an hour, it's just not realistic. But I think she'd rather be with other people anyway, she'd been lonely not getting out as much in the past few months.
to sum up, eventually everything is going to be okay. and I can talk about all this buisness without crying now.
Even if my power was out for five hours today while I was trying to study (on the internet!) and my landlord showed up to inspect the apartment.
I think I need to be back downtown again
and living with a lady ..
who doesn't do weird gross boy things.
and dude, living in the village over pride weekend.
can we say drunk.
I think we can.
I get a call back from my landlord, one entire whole week later. He's calling to arrange a time to sign a lease! I inform him I have found other living arrangements and because brian was seemed unwilling to accept ben as a tennant he has decided to take a summer job in another province. The landlord is shocked. I tell him I couldn't risk being without a place to live so close to the end of the month, and when he left me hanging and didn't return my calls, I naturally assumed he wasnt going to renew.
he was silent for a while, then muttered and said "well.. I'm in a bit of a jam then"
I thanked him for the year a promised to leave the place nice a clean. Afterall, I would like to use him as a reference later.
Melissa and I are going to be great I think. I feel without doubt, which I was full of going into things with new ben.
Old ben is being highly supportive and helpful. getting this place packed is a giant task.
I'll be sleeping in the kitchen/eating area with a futon mattress, my pile of betting, a nightstand with my socks/underwear/personal items inside, alarm clock light and laptop ontop of/my jewlery/bathroomstuff/and my clothes.
none of my pretty pictures, or furniture, cds, movies, art supplies, books.
just the basics.
I am getting rid of everything I think I'll want to store once I get back into a real place. all of the clothes I haven't wore in six months or keep meaning to sew up but didn't went out tonight. a whole pile of cute little trinkets I love to keep for no reason are gone.
This time it has to be fresh, it has to be new, and it has to work. I can't take all this bullshit anymore.
the good news, I get to take my kitties with me right away. It's going to be crazy, but I just can't live without them, I love those fuzzy things too much. bastards. too cute.
We're getting a place IN the village. I am not going back over to sherborne, and I would like to stay away from st. jamestown. I'd like my normal brand of crazy gayborhood crackheads rather than the regent weirdo's.
Gregs grandmother is not so well. shes seeing things, and they think shes having the onset of alzimers or something. She's had some movement in her left side, so I think she'll walk again.. but from the hospital, she'll be going into a nursing home full time. She'd need 24 hour care at home, which is $20 an hour, it's just not realistic. But I think she'd rather be with other people anyway, she'd been lonely not getting out as much in the past few months.
to sum up, eventually everything is going to be okay. and I can talk about all this buisness without crying now.
Even if my power was out for five hours today while I was trying to study (on the internet!) and my landlord showed up to inspect the apartment.
I think I need to be back downtown again
and living with a lady ..
who doesn't do weird gross boy things.
and dude, living in the village over pride weekend.
can we say drunk.
I think we can.
yes.
i feel it's in order.
that's hilarious about your landlord though. i mean the story itself is shitty, but then being all like ha. fuck you.
it's great.
I'll be sleeping in the kitchen/eating area with a futon mattress, my pile of betting, a nightstand with my socks/underwear/personal items inside, alarm clock light and laptop ontop of/my jewlery/bathroomstuff/and my clothes.
it's funny, because i can picture this exactly, ha.
ohh kelly. if you only knew my friend, if you only knew.
for the love of god and all that is holy, if you only knew.
& yay for drunk.