nowadays the world is lit by lightning
Tuesday, July 6, 2004 at 03:31PM The whole fucking world’s against me, dude, I swear to god. Last month, I officially began actually scouting new apartments because as much as I love cheap rent, I no longer want to live in a studio. I looked at a bunch of places on the other end of Capitol Hill and I started getting those little “my heart is set on somewhere in this neighborhood” pangs. Then AJ, Will, Ian and an as-yet-to-be-named Honomichl brother moved in to a cute, girly house in that area. A couple of weeks later, Jamie and Rachel rented a house 8 blocks away. All I can say to this is, “ASSHOLES!!! This is MY goddamn neighborhood! GET OUT!!!” I don’t like living near anyone that I know for the following reasons: 1) I like my privacy; 2) I want my place *never* to be a meeting point before or after bar-hopping; 3) I don’t like company in my home, you know, unless you’re one of my best friends or I’m having sex with you; 4) I don’t like running into people that I know at like the grocery store and stuff; 5) I hate it when people just “stop by” my place unannounced; 6) I really enjoy using the old “I’d love to go, but I would rather stay on my side of town” excuse; and 7) Godammit, I want a neighborhood all to myself!
What I’m saying is, I probably won’t be moving to that side of Capitol Hill anytime soon. And that’s not to say that any of those people will do any of those things that I don’t want them to do, in fact, I kind of doubt that they will, it’s just my own neuroses hindering my better judgement, but eh, whatever. The point is, this side of town was mine first and I shoulda had dibs. Dammit.
On a related note, the boys (well, “boy” seeing as how the Honomichl is on an Asian Adventure, AJ was on a blood money cruise and Will was in Chicago meditating on how hard the midwest blows) had a BBQ-type grillin’ event at their girly glitter house this weekend and a good time was had by all, one assumes. I made the best deviled eggs ever; the best dip ever and some very passable chocolate chip cookies, which, of course, had nothing on those solid gold wonder cookies that Liz used to make. Sadly, I ate too many appetizers and never got around to the actual Hebrew Nationals I brought. The highlight of the event, really, was when Allison, Kathy and I took it upon ourselves to rate the get laid-ability of the beds of each of the tenants. AJ won, hands down, as his bed was actually elevated off the floor and, gasp, MADE. Initially, we branded Ian as the loser since his mattress is flush on the floor without even the pretense of a box-spring, but then one eagle-eyed observer noted the Mohawk-standy-uppy grease stains on Wilma’s pillow which wouldn’t have pushed him all the way down the list until I flipped the pillow over and there was another stain on the other side. DAMN.
Huh. I just realized that Ian, AJ and Will may not appreciate having the contents and states of their bedrooms posted on the internet, but, uh, well, I think it’s safe to say that they can all suck on it.
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