Archive for the 'apartment life' Category
My neighbor’s definition of ‘nigger’:
5 Comments Published by Sid June 5th, 2007 in i like to watch, random, apartment life.1. One who apparently never buys garbage bags, paper towels, or toilet paper.
2. One who makes food that stinks up house.
3. One who does not tidy up after self.
Ex.: *shouting* I ASKED YOU TO FUCKIN’ CLEAN MAN! YOU NEVER BUY GARBAGE BAGS, YOU NEVER BUY PAPER TOWELS, THIS PLACE IS A FUCKIN’ MESS! WHAT ARE […]
Best…waster…ever.
I just designed a 280 sf. studio, complete with full, though compact, kitchen and bath, bedroom, office and entertainment areas.
I miss the Sims, and having an apartment, for that matter, but this will do for now.
Also, does anybody else enjoy that TBS show “My Boys” or am I the only dork who kinda digs the […]
Adventures in apartment hunting #1000394887757632489294912132.3
4 Comments Published by Sid November 9th, 2006 in pain, apartment life, city, bitchery.I could have heeded any of a number of signs, beginning with the phonecall to the monosyllabic, depressive landlord:
“Hello? Mr. Mal?”
*Sigh* “Yes.”
“I’m calling about the $850 Queens studio. Is that still available?”
*Groan, sigh* “Yes.”
“Can I come see it tomorrow?”
*Pause. Heaving sigh.* “Yes.”
I wakened to dark skies, downpours, and sodden earth. I got a solo seat […]
I think I’ve found my “good enough.”
0 Comments Published by Sid October 24th, 2006 in apartment life.After viewing dozens of wrong apartments–dives in great neighborhoods, lovely renos in slums–I think I may have found one that is honestly good enough: a studio in Sunnyside, under $1000, full kitchen and bath, all utilities, Internet and cable included.
It’s a relatively small basement apartment, but still. Sixteen minutes from the subway stop to midtown, […]
Notice: Moving is a heap of steaming bull-sheeyat.
0 Comments Published by Sid October 20th, 2006 in apartment life, bitchery.I never finished that whole moving-life-upheaval saga.
It’s quite exhausting, even to just retell. I’ll get around to it eventually. Just…not now.
Today I saw two more places, both in Brooklyn. Both times, I arrived to find the super had forgotten my appointment. One was in Lefferts, one in Bed Stuy. One was right off the […]