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February 03, 2008

walls

I believe my upstairs neighbors are building a wall upstairs. We have a three bedroom, they have a two bedroom. Our places are the same size, but whereas we have two small secondary bedrooms, they have one HUGE second bedroom. To justify the ridiculous asking price they've put on their condo (they conveniently put up a for sale by owner sign TWO FUCKING DAYS after we listed our place--classy, right? They think they are getting free advertising this way, I'm sure. Fuckwads, all you are really doing is guaranteeing that we get fucked and get lower offers, since now buyers know that 1/3 of the building is for sale), I am pretty sure that right this second they are building a wall to make that one big second bedroom two separate bedrooms so they can say they have a 3 bedroom.

I wouldn't really object to this, but for the fact that we went out last night and they sent a rather nasty email complaining that sophie was barking. Then the next day they proceed to loudly building a fucking wall, without even a "Hey guys, sorry, but we're going to be building a wall and banging on your floor all day Sunday! Sorry for the inconvenience!" email.

We have got to get out of here soon.

Posted by me at 02:22 PM | Comments (0)

February 01, 2008

while i'm on a posting kick

1. i need to get "no one is paying as much attention to you as you think they are, you self-involved and/or paranoid fuck" tattooed on my arm.

2. there is still no baby, but there may be one soon, if the israeli doctor has anything to say about it.

3. the cats are in michigan, with my mom, while we try to sell The Condo From Hell aka The Shit Hole. I miss the cats.

4. both C. and I are thrilled that we are going to be aunts. We will be even more thrilled if the baby is named Fashionette or JonYna.

5. I have found more white hairs. I have less than a month and a half left of my twenties, and I am not living them up, because 30 is the new 20, so I get to do it all over again.

6. The older I get, the more I resent being treated like a child by people who are senior to me at work (all of whom are men). Would I feel differently if they weren't men? Would I feel differently if I weren't a woman? Do I just balk at authority? Yessir, massa, I'll get that credit agreement out this weekend so you can go to your kids soccer game, and I'll fedex you a copy to your home over the weekend (no signature required, since you live in a place where people don't steel shit off your porch).

7. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHEN IS THE NEXT ITERATION OF THE IPHONE GOING TO COME OUT? Some people exercise, some people eat, some people do drugs, some people buy expensive shoes--I buy consumer electronics, I need a fucking fix right now, I'm kicking.

8. fuck you, condo association.

Posted by me at 11:40 PM | Comments (1)

today

today, i was talking to someone about this douchebag i work with, only i didn't realize that said douchebag was only a few doors down. I don't THINK he heard me, but maybe he did, and it is stressing me out, even though it shouldn't, because i mean, fuck him, he's a douchebag, and nothing i said was that bad. (back story--he came into my office one day and shut the door to complain that i had mispelled like TWO FUCKING WORDS in a huge document i drafted for him, and then went on and on and ON about how he was disappointed in my work. m.o.t.h.e.r.f.u.c.k.e.r. I can spell that, douchebag).

But anyway, as soon as i realized he was down the hall, i launched into instant anxiety attack mode, which for means me i forget to breath, my arms go numb, and i have this sort of out of body experience. but why? i mean, again, i didn't say anything that bad, or anything untrue, and he IS a douchebag. a junior douchebag, so what's the worst that could happen? i guess he could make my life hell.

i have never had good luck with this guy. for some reason, he has skeeved me out since the day i met him, and i don't really know why. i think we had an instant, mutual dislike for eachother. he isn't old enough for me to have to respect him, and i think he knows that i think that, and that does not help. also, did i mention he is a DOUCHEBAG?

but i am still embarassed, and feel stupid, and think i'm going to get fired. and he probably didn't even hear.

i'm going to go take a couple xanax.

Posted by me at 11:33 PM | Comments (0)