I hate getting mail. I wish it would stop.
I bought one of their top laptops toward the end of April as a graduation present for myself. The laptop promptly broke and I’ve been back repeatedly for repairs. Things got ridiculous during the latest bout of repairs. I had to go back to the store constantly over the past 7 days. First, Windows wouldn’t start. Windows loaded and then gave me a black screen that flickered on and off. The techs in the front of the Computer Store didn’t know what the heck was going on, so they held my laptop for repairs.
The main lesson: people are disgusting.
The Toast of the Townhouse Pageant was …interesting. About half of the contestants took it seriously and Mercedes Iman won!
Over the past few months my apartment developed a mouse problem. Actually, I catch about 3 to 5 mice every day, so I think the word infestation is appropriate.
And it’s not just my apartment – tenants on multiple floors have mouse problems too.
Mice are expected during the winter but this summertime infestation was a mystery until today.
I have to show apartments as part of my caretaker duties. One of the apartments on the third floor will become available in two months so I keyed into it to make sure that the unit was clean enough to show.
This apartment sat empty for the past 8 months because the tenants decided to move to Michigan two months into their lease. They kept paying their rent, so this is the first time that I entered the apartment. I key into the apartment and the first thing I see is a kitchen floor caked in mouse shit and dead mice.
The apartment is trashed. There is furniture and random junk everywhere. Dirty dishes fill the sink, and there’s a giant bag of cat food just open on the kitchen floor.
The living room is worse. Rabbit food is everywhere. Mouse shit is everywhere too.
So the reason why my entire building was infested for the past few months is because these clowns left an unlimited supply of food out for the vermin in a vacant apartment.
Rodent infested apartment in Whittier.
I called the management company. They are livid. I’m pissed too. We can’t even clean the unit because they are still in the lease for two months.
I should take pictures and send them a post card…
I turned 25 yesterday. My birthday fell on a Saturday this year, but the celebrations were muted because we just had two holiday weekends (July 4th and Minneapolis Gay Pride). I just felt like staying in, eating cheeseburgers and watching the First 48, but of course that didn’t happen.
Tader and I went to see the film “Tree of Life” yesterday. It was so terrible that I suspected that we were part of some experiment to see how bad a movie can be before the entire audience walks out.
Now the trailer makes the movie looks halfway decent:
There is large dog in my neighborhood named Chester. Chester’s owners never have him on a leash. Ever.
I used to let my dogs out in the back of my building without a leash late at night. After a very bad incident I learned that a dog fight will start regardless of how nice your dogs are. If the leashed dog is vicious then your dog will respond. A leashed dog is also more likely to assume an unleashed dog is a threat and the ensuing drama is ALWAYS the fault of the owner of the unleashed dog.
“Toast” is my descriptor for the type guy who has the same bland conversation with me repeatedly because he is interested but too scared of rejection to actually ask me out on a date. He greets me, asks about my weekend, comments on the weather, and then disappears for a few days only to repeat the same exchange next week. (The full list of characters is here.)
This guy’s timidity precludes me from asking him out because I know that the guy is likely to be dull (like toast) or at least way too self-conscious to date. The problem is that toast is polite enough that I can’t justify blocking him, so I play along and feed into this viciously dull cycle.
Being my Facebook friend allows toast to passively keep up with my life without fear of rejection. The more aggressive toast (dark bread) looms for weeks or even months. It never rots, and just gets very, very stale…and sometimes moldy.
One problem I have with OkCupid is that it has several options for passive communication. You can favorite, rate and wink at people and the site lets them know. For every message I get there are five pieces of toast who opt for the more passive ways of flirting (which rarely provoke a response from me.)
I feel like I’m in the toast factory. Can I get some jam?
“A guy walked up to me last night randomly and said the following: “I don’t think I’d know what to do if I were a black guy in this city. I mean no one really wants to date you guys from what I’ve seen. I don’t even date black guys and I think of myself as a pretty liberal person. That’s gotta be tough cause you’re a pretty cute guy” *sigh. seriously? FML”
That is hilarious because it is true.
I don’t know what my poor hairstylist was thinking when I came in with a picture of “The Situation” from Jersey Shore and said, “I WANT MY HAIR TO LOOK LIKE THAT!”
I am disgusted and my freshness is compromised. It is 91 degrees in Minneapolis right now. That’s 3 degrees warmer than the current temperature in Miami.
Not only is it unflatteringly hot, but it is also overcast.
You know I tried to declare spring waaay too early.
The temperature rose 50. It was spring! Then we got a blizzard.
Then we had another week of warmth. It got to 60 degrees. It was spring! …and then it snowed on May-freaking-first.
Well yesterday we got to 80 degrees. So it better be freaking spring.
And if there was any doubt, the streets are full of road construction (aka pot hole repair). We also got full-on tornado sirens and golf-ball-sized hail last night.
Mibs and I were thrilled that our cars didn’t get dinged and that the tornadoes stayed away from downtown Minneapolis for once. Hi Spring. Don’t be too destructive.
I live on the edge of downtown Minneapolis, where there is a two-story Target approximately a quarter mile from my apartment.
And yet I always end up in the suburbs.
