hello, strange world of the internet.
so. much. has. happened.
i moved into a smaller apartment in a cooler part of town, and therefore my rent is roughly 120% of my old rent. this is okay.
work has been very busy. now we're doing cakes. and by "we" i mean "so far, myself exclusively".
music has been exciting! i got kicked out of the french cuffs thanks to an overly crazy exboyfriend/frontman. the only trade-off was that i got to keep the other band, gentle ben. it's pretty much the shit and we've played three shows so far, all of which have gone incredibly well. this is musically the best thing that's ever happened to me, and you'll all be hearing more about it soon.
there's a new man in my life, which is pretty exciting. and by "new" i mean "i've been seeing him for two and a half months". i've also gotten into the habit of partying like a rock star more, which means i can do tequila shots like a champ.
the only downside about moving more central is that it seems that all property managers/landlords around here are completely incompetent. i had heard bad things about plenty of other companies, but nothing about the one i lease from, so i assumed that they would be at. least. reasonable. (wrong.)
before moving in, i noticed that the shower floor was messed up, mostly just some chips in the floor that needed to be cleaned up or fixed. so they replaced the whole shower floor. but they replaced it with the wrong size, so once i moved in and started bathing, my downstairs neighbor noticed a nasty leak. so the landlord waited a few weeks, then called me to set up a time to fix it. assured that it was a two-day job, i set it up for a thursday/friday so i'd be out of the house.
when i came home from dallas friday night around 11pm, my entire apartment was shit. i mean covered in sheet rock dust, construction materials everywhere, giant holes in the floor/wall of my bathroom (which means i could see into the bathrooms of my neighbors!!! fun!) and clearly, the work wasn't done.
so i went and complained on monday. i said i'd need to get a prorated rent since my apartment was unlivable and all, and they said they'd get back to me. then i came home on wednesday to one of my cats missing.
long story short, these stupid jerks working on the apartment "accidentally" sealed my cat in the wall, then took twelve hours to come help me get him the fuck out of the wall. so then i had to call in sick to work while i sat on the plywood floor of my bathroom, waiting for my cat to come within arm's length of the tiny hole in the wall so i could drag him out. when i got him out, he was covered in fleas and other nasty things that lurk between the levels of apartments constructed in the 70's, so i called the vet. he has to get shaved. it'll cost almost $100.
coincidentally, the landlord so graciously offered to knock $100 off of my rent for next month. i drove down to their office to inform them that i will not be paying them any more than $260 of my $600 rent for july, sensing that my rent for the 12 days i haven't been able to live there ($20 a day) and the $100 vet bill will be payed by them. so they said that they'd call the owner and ask. i haven't heard back yet. coincidentally, that figure was figured by the construction worker telling me that they'd be done on monday. but i've seen my apartment, and there's no fucking way it will be done. so hey. i'll just keep knocking my rent down. sure. fine by me.
in the interim, i've been living with my bandmate. it's kind of fun, just drinking all the time, staying up all night, watching movies on the internet, and best of all -- living with a messy boy in a tiny studio apartment. yeah. i want my fucking apartment back.
did i mention that my apartment is our practice space? with all the construction crap around, we can't practice. therefore, i'm going crazy.
aside from that, all is well. still waiting on my set from last summer to get in the queueueueue. but apparently sometime soon i'll be shooting a new one. with a new photographer. exciting! i need to start brainstorming...
hugs & kisses, etoille.
so. much. has. happened.
i moved into a smaller apartment in a cooler part of town, and therefore my rent is roughly 120% of my old rent. this is okay.
work has been very busy. now we're doing cakes. and by "we" i mean "so far, myself exclusively".
music has been exciting! i got kicked out of the french cuffs thanks to an overly crazy exboyfriend/frontman. the only trade-off was that i got to keep the other band, gentle ben. it's pretty much the shit and we've played three shows so far, all of which have gone incredibly well. this is musically the best thing that's ever happened to me, and you'll all be hearing more about it soon.
there's a new man in my life, which is pretty exciting. and by "new" i mean "i've been seeing him for two and a half months". i've also gotten into the habit of partying like a rock star more, which means i can do tequila shots like a champ.
the only downside about moving more central is that it seems that all property managers/landlords around here are completely incompetent. i had heard bad things about plenty of other companies, but nothing about the one i lease from, so i assumed that they would be at. least. reasonable. (wrong.)
before moving in, i noticed that the shower floor was messed up, mostly just some chips in the floor that needed to be cleaned up or fixed. so they replaced the whole shower floor. but they replaced it with the wrong size, so once i moved in and started bathing, my downstairs neighbor noticed a nasty leak. so the landlord waited a few weeks, then called me to set up a time to fix it. assured that it was a two-day job, i set it up for a thursday/friday so i'd be out of the house.
when i came home from dallas friday night around 11pm, my entire apartment was shit. i mean covered in sheet rock dust, construction materials everywhere, giant holes in the floor/wall of my bathroom (which means i could see into the bathrooms of my neighbors!!! fun!) and clearly, the work wasn't done.
so i went and complained on monday. i said i'd need to get a prorated rent since my apartment was unlivable and all, and they said they'd get back to me. then i came home on wednesday to one of my cats missing.
long story short, these stupid jerks working on the apartment "accidentally" sealed my cat in the wall, then took twelve hours to come help me get him the fuck out of the wall. so then i had to call in sick to work while i sat on the plywood floor of my bathroom, waiting for my cat to come within arm's length of the tiny hole in the wall so i could drag him out. when i got him out, he was covered in fleas and other nasty things that lurk between the levels of apartments constructed in the 70's, so i called the vet. he has to get shaved. it'll cost almost $100.
coincidentally, the landlord so graciously offered to knock $100 off of my rent for next month. i drove down to their office to inform them that i will not be paying them any more than $260 of my $600 rent for july, sensing that my rent for the 12 days i haven't been able to live there ($20 a day) and the $100 vet bill will be payed by them. so they said that they'd call the owner and ask. i haven't heard back yet. coincidentally, that figure was figured by the construction worker telling me that they'd be done on monday. but i've seen my apartment, and there's no fucking way it will be done. so hey. i'll just keep knocking my rent down. sure. fine by me.
in the interim, i've been living with my bandmate. it's kind of fun, just drinking all the time, staying up all night, watching movies on the internet, and best of all -- living with a messy boy in a tiny studio apartment. yeah. i want my fucking apartment back.
did i mention that my apartment is our practice space? with all the construction crap around, we can't practice. therefore, i'm going crazy.
aside from that, all is well. still waiting on my set from last summer to get in the queueueueue. but apparently sometime soon i'll be shooting a new one. with a new photographer. exciting! i need to start brainstorming...
hugs & kisses, etoille.
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78walk:
Sorry about all the shelter troubles, hope the band situation works out for the best...
dmr_luck:
Holy crap! what part of town do you live/I need to stay away from? Hope your cat is not traumatized. If you want to jam with my band we would love to have a keyboard/guitar/backup vox addition - we live in a house with a studio, could benefit your main band as well. Let me know if you're interested in jammin'.