updated updateyness

so, i guess the first thing i should mention is that i now officially live in manhattan. we got a pretty big apartment way up in washington heights (practically connecticut, according to nikki). aside from some terrible choices in paint color, which can be easily remedied, it's a pretty sweet deal. the place is rent-controlled and it's a long-term sublet from a friend with a great price tag which is all-inclusive. we win. it should also be mentioned that we totally u-hauled our lives together on our five month anniversary.

now i'll tell you how we got there, because it happened much faster than i'd expected.

the whole story is ridiculous and convoluted, but suffice it to say that the roommate situation deteriorated. they wanted katie to contribute financially since she ended up staying far longer than intended, which would have been fine if they hadn't started coming up with arbitrary figures. there was no logic behind anything they asked of us. their reasoning for WANTING money was fine, but everything else was completely skewed.

i tried multiple times to communicate, and was met with hostility by one roommate, complete apathy by another, and two-faced, backhanded bullshit by the one who communicated regularly. in the end, they tried to force katie to give them an amount of money no one had ever suggested or otherwise discussed. not only did they do so, but the first we heard of it was in an e-mail to a potential subletter which we were both copied in on. by that point, we were both done. they'd pushed every single button either of us have, and we began to feel threatened.

in a stroke of luck, we came upon our new apartment on tuesday afternoon, when i e-mailed a close friend asking for his help moving sometime in the near future. when he asked where to, i mentioned that i didn't know, but that it was happening. he offered, we checked it out, and that was that.

when things came to a head yesterday and my roommate threatened to take what katie "owes" out of my deposit, i realized we both had very different plans for finding a future tenant for my room and acquiring the deposit (as the person previously responsible for the room usually takes care of finding a replacement and the replacement pays the deposit directly to the previous tenant. the landlord is so hands-off about the whole deal that he never sees the deposit). at that point, i dropped all attempts at civility, told her to go fuck herself, told my boss i had an emergency situation, proceeded to rent a u-haul van, and packed my shit.

i also snatched up the rent check i'd written for june. my intent was to pay june's rent, find a subletter, and just pro-rate the rent for them. since there was a clear miscommunication there, i started to feel as if i'd never see the rest of my deposit at all, so i shredded my rent check. the deposit covers the cost of rent plus what katie "owes," but falls short exactly $2.50, so i went ahead and broke out my piggy bank. now there's a baggy on the kitchen table with 250 pennies in it. once i get the rest of my shit out of the apartment on saturday--all that's left are things we need boys for--i'll disclose to them what those pennies are for.

i feel like they really pushed my asshole button and i hate acting that way, but i've been uncomfortable for four months due to my roommate moving in a subletter who's a really inconsiderate bitch. since her arrival, my mail has been fucked with twice. once, my mom sent a hundred bucks cash (i know this is a bad idea and has since been remedied) to cover her cell phone bill. that got stolen. the second time, my mom sent a money order, which never arrived. two weeks later, mom got it back with a return to sender on it. i went out of town to see my mom for memorial day weekend and when i came back, my computer was fried. i knew that someone had been in my room because, in a dick fit after yet another e-mail battle with the roommates, i disconnected the internet before i left. when i came back, the internet was working (the wireless network was setup through my desktop), but my computer wasn't. i realize that plugging a cord into the router wouldn't have hurt the computer, especially if it was off, but no one can prove that there was only one roommate in there while i was gone and that's all she did. i can fix the thing, but it just seemed that a really special kind of logic was required for my roommate to go into my room while i was gone without asking me in a time of tension. she also called the cable company and used my name to talk to tech support. i won't bother pointing out the obvious issue with that.

anyway, i'm tired of bitching. shit sucked and i took care of the problem. ta-da!

more importantly, i wanted to talk a little bit about my memorial day weekend. katie and i rented a car to drive down to north carolina to hang with my mom and brothers. she hadn't seen them since the first time we hung out, back in november when we were just an innocent flirtation and she was still engaged. we actually had a really good time. we went bowling, four-wheeling, played rock band, slept a lot, fixed computers, and took my mom to breakfast. my favorite thing was how little tension there was in the house. usually, there's at least one asshole eruption (mostly from tom) during a visit, but everything went so smoothly. maybe it was because the trip was short, but i really enjoyed it. sadly, i didn't take any pictures. i just didn't feel like it. whatever. i miss my momma.

in closing, my entire body aches from moving all that shit yesterday. oh, and shanghai kate decided that she couldn't commit to doing my half-sleeve coverup of those stupid dying stick figures, but only AFTER she took my money. i have to figure out how to get that back from her. also, i have a psychologist appointment today. it took me weeks to find this woman and it's our first session, so hopefully it goes well.

tra la la, peace out.