my new friend andy helped chris & jenna & me to move chris's & my things (chris is staying with me until he's on his feet) into the craphole apartment. i met andy because he placed this ridiculous personal ad a month ago on seattle's craigslist, offering to lucky women a memorable date of unpacking his moving truck. i replied that his ad was ridiculous, of course, but that HE was welcome to come help unpack MY moving truck - & to everyone's surprise, he agreed. (last week, to everyone's further surprise, he actually rode the bus an hour here from tacoma to help... who is this guy, anyhow?!) so andy carried heavy things for us & pointed out many horrible things about my new apartment.
like how there's absolutely no way to get into it from the street without walking down at least three half-flights of outdoor stairs which aren't exactly contiguous. & how the building looks like it's crumbling away. & how it's going to suck even more to move out of in two months when the place is sold as a tear-down.
okay, i don't know that i'll actually HAVE to evacuate in two months, but it IS a month-to-month lease & i'm hearing contradictory things from the landlord & the tenants regarding sale & escrow & all, so who the fuck knows. for my own sanity, i need to find a stable place that isn't awful & offers me a year lease so i can relax & unwind & *unpack*. i refuse to unpack anything non-essential since i can be given twenty days' notice at any time, & this sucks in part because i'm missing several shirts.
now, it's not actually as bad as i make it out to be, but it's definitely been a worsening experience. at first look, the inside is clean, the carpets & blinds are new, there's quite a lot of space in the main room & a decent sized bedroom, all for very reasonable rent - but the first couple of nights will tell you what kind of deal you really got. check:
destroy, kill, impotently stomp around horrible apartment raging at... no one. because no one's open after 5 on friday.
also, we seem to have a mental block against purchasing a shower curtain. so the last week has consisted of breezy showers taken hunched against the shower wall.
someone do something to make me less hateful, & quick. my sense of humor is gone & i can't live like this.