"You want give me heart attack?"
I spent the day yesterday helping my friend pack up his apartment to move out today. He has so much crap. Far, far too much crap.
"Vic, I make $70,000 a year, and I'm broke."
His landlady is insane; she's known as the slumlord of park slope. Some of her tenants even write hilarious blogs about her. Just a few days ago Gloria walked in to my friends apartment without knocking or calling with 6 prospective tenants. As luck would have it, my friend was sitting on the couch naked when this happened. Well, he was really mad. Like, super fucking mad. He screamed at her in front of all these people, and when she wasn't looking, he took her keys so she couldn't get back in. Now she's blaming him because she hasn't been able to rent the apartment. She keeps calling and leaving threatening messages. Fortunately he's too smart to fall for her bullshit.
When his girlfriend still lived with him she came out of the shower one day (sans towel) to find the Gloria and her husband Walter in her kitchen looking at stuff. Just milling around, looking at her turtle. Well she flipped out, my friend came in and had to hold his girlfriend back so she wouldn't hurt them. These people think they're running a boarding house, they feel justified in doing whatever they want. Apparently they tried to evict a lesbian couple after they found out they were lesbians.
As I was waiting for a taxi in front of my friends building last night, Walter kept asking me who I was. I refused to answer him. He got mad, said it was his house and he had a right to know who was coming and going. I didn't agree so I just kept refusing to answer him.
I wish there was a resolution to this story. Like my friend suing Gloria and Walter and getting back all the rent he ever paid. Or maybe even the money for the groceries that were ruined when his fridge broke twice. But that didn't happen. Gloria and Walter live to rent another apartment to another soon-to-be unhappy tenant. And my friend will be living out of a backpack for the next 2 months.
Let the drunkening begin!
My birthday party is tomorrow night at 10:30
Cakeshop (downstairs)
152 Ludlow Street between Stanton and Rivington
I spent the day yesterday helping my friend pack up his apartment to move out today. He has so much crap. Far, far too much crap.
"Vic, I make $70,000 a year, and I'm broke."
His landlady is insane; she's known as the slumlord of park slope. Some of her tenants even write hilarious blogs about her. Just a few days ago Gloria walked in to my friends apartment without knocking or calling with 6 prospective tenants. As luck would have it, my friend was sitting on the couch naked when this happened. Well, he was really mad. Like, super fucking mad. He screamed at her in front of all these people, and when she wasn't looking, he took her keys so she couldn't get back in. Now she's blaming him because she hasn't been able to rent the apartment. She keeps calling and leaving threatening messages. Fortunately he's too smart to fall for her bullshit.
When his girlfriend still lived with him she came out of the shower one day (sans towel) to find the Gloria and her husband Walter in her kitchen looking at stuff. Just milling around, looking at her turtle. Well she flipped out, my friend came in and had to hold his girlfriend back so she wouldn't hurt them. These people think they're running a boarding house, they feel justified in doing whatever they want. Apparently they tried to evict a lesbian couple after they found out they were lesbians.
As I was waiting for a taxi in front of my friends building last night, Walter kept asking me who I was. I refused to answer him. He got mad, said it was his house and he had a right to know who was coming and going. I didn't agree so I just kept refusing to answer him.
I wish there was a resolution to this story. Like my friend suing Gloria and Walter and getting back all the rent he ever paid. Or maybe even the money for the groceries that were ruined when his fridge broke twice. But that didn't happen. Gloria and Walter live to rent another apartment to another soon-to-be unhappy tenant. And my friend will be living out of a backpack for the next 2 months.
Let the drunkening begin!
My birthday party is tomorrow night at 10:30
Cakeshop (downstairs)
152 Ludlow Street between Stanton and Rivington
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i just read your post for the harry potter party and i just have to tell you how much i adore that idea!! i SO wish i was in nyc right now to celebrate...i love him so much! (i just mentioned him in my journal not two days ago!)
here's the thing...i dont' know why i didn't request your 'friendship' sooner...but i adore you too! i've met your man and i figure anyone he chooses to be his 'other' has GOT to be fabulous. so here is your official friend request
i would flip if my naked time was threatened.