God is an American

Back in the country, preping kinda frantically for the paper meeting I have in one hour, then meeting Molly E for hangings out, then canvasing town with 'please god, rent my place' flyers, then cleaning Jefferson St. house.

I swear, saw little bugs crawling over toothbrushed in bathroom. Ewwwwwwww. Looks like it needs seriously cleaned before I can show it. I'm kind of angry cause a LOT of my stuff is quite damaged, it's not even a mess I made, and Annie is being, in my opinion, really unnecessarily nasty about me needing to be in there to clean for a day before I can show the property, in her own sad Milquetoast way.

ALSO the basement's flooded a little, so that needs cleaned, Kevin needs called, etc. The continuing rain helps not. And I have to remove all my property to the (flooded) basement for storage that a subleaser doesn't want to take in the furnishing agreement so I can move it rapidly as soon as I get an opportunity. Don't know whether to sell non-special posessions or store and ship. This property is a millstone around my otherwise elegantly inclined neck. Bah.

I'm going to have to be here dealing with this longer than I thought I would due to their actions (or rather lack there of b/c has anyone scrubbed that br since April?) and I had plans, dammit.

Corey has been awesome. That move went smooth like buttah, taking only the better part of an hour to fully move everything. Still need matresspad, futon-sized sheets and toothbrush that has NEVER entered Jefferson St. house.

Cor had three people over for jam session last night, which didn't at all annoy me and was in fact rather nice and interesting, and I finished half of a fucking lame book I need to read for Jewish American Lit. W007, Breadgivers.

Frannie and beau seem happy and well. Jenna and Peter have a rather cosily set up appartment. Peter sucked less than usual last night and was fun and discrete and nice. Wierd. Molly E has surgery?! wtf? But I find out the details soon. Molly J and Alyssa O regresan en Sabado, and I can see them then.  We have to do a workshop to prep for Undergrad Fiction, helping eachother edit so we all get in. Mmmhmm.

God is an American

Back in the country, preping kinda frantically for the paper meeting I have in one hour, then meeting Molly E for hangings out, then canvasing town with 'please god, rent my place' flyers, then cleaning Jefferson St. house.

I swear, saw little bugs crawling over toothbrushed in bathroom. Ewwwwwwww. Looks like it needs seriously cleaned before I can show it. I'm kind of angry cause a LOT of my stuff is quite damaged, it's not even a mess I made, and Annie is being, in my opinion, really unnecessarily nasty about me needing to be in there to clean for a day before I can show the property, in her own sad Milquetoast way.

ALSO the basement's flooded a little, so that needs cleaned, Kevin needs called, etc. The continuing rain helps not. And I have to remove all my property to the (flooded) basement for storage that a subleaser doesn't want to take in the furnishing agreement so I can move it rapidly as soon as I get an opportunity. Don't know whether to sell non-special posessions or store and ship. This property is a millstone around my otherwise elegantly inclined neck. Bah.

I'm going to have to be here dealing with this longer than I thought I would due to their actions (or rather lack there of b/c has anyone scrubbed that br since April?) and I had plans, dammit.

Corey has been awesome. That move went smooth like buttah, taking only the better part of an hour to fully move everything. Still need matresspad, futon-sized sheets and toothbrush that has NEVER entered Jefferson St. house.

Cor had three people over for jam session last night, which didn't at all annoy me and was in fact rather nice and interesting, and I finished half of a fucking lame book I need to read for Jewish American Lit. W007, Breadgivers.

Frannie and beau seem happy and well. Jenna and Peter have a rather cosily set up appartment. Peter sucked less than usual last night and was fun and discrete and nice. Wierd. Molly E has surgery?! wtf? But I find out the details soon. Molly J and Alyssa O regresan en Sabado, and I can see them then.  We have to do a workshop to prep for Undergrad Fiction, helping eachother edit so we all get in. Mmmhmm.