Kissing the rathole goodbye ...
Oct. 30th, 2002 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
d_aulnoyBlessings be, but for once Columbia Housing came through: I'm moving to a new apartment! I chose the one that I'm in now out of a combination of desperation and ignorance ... I wanted to avoid commuting with a fervor of religious proportions, and the super assured me that this was *a really good room* for Columbia Housing. Liar.
I have a fourth floor walk-up located over a kindergarten (which is still a step up from the Cobra's, but that's a story for another time), with a room that's roughly the size and shape of a coffin. Then there's the fact that my roommate (who is really a very nice girl, especially when compared to my last roommate, the Chinless Wonder) is the Messiest Person on Earth. I used to take pride in this title myself ... I mean, once I lost a chair in my room. I had so many piles of clothing littering the floorspace that I actually wasn't certain which of them was supported by a chair. But I'm just Cluttered Messy. She's Dirty Messy. A baked tomato has been sitting on my kitchen counter for three days. Aside from the question of why anyone would do that to a perfectly good foodstuff in the first place, there's a high ick factor in watching the damned thing decompose. I can't go into the living room without sneezing my head off - me, the girl with dustballs like tumbleweed. I think that anyone who's messy enough to force me to vacate the premises is officially a biohazard.
I was actually okay was this, not being the most discerning of tenants, until I saw what other people has ... hardwood floors, elevators, studies .... So now, as soon as I manage to pack up my little spotted hanky and leave, I will be the proud inhabitant of a share in a nice building with an elevator, hardwood floors, and a study, all for only fifty bucks more a month than I was paying before. Nice ... I will no longer apologize to guests for the environment that I am inflicting on them. All that I have to do is pack all of my crap in a two-day span, and shift it all down the block. Any New Yorkers have free time on Saturday that they'd care to donate to a good cause? I'd spring for dinner ...
I have a fourth floor walk-up located over a kindergarten (which is still a step up from the Cobra's, but that's a story for another time), with a room that's roughly the size and shape of a coffin. Then there's the fact that my roommate (who is really a very nice girl, especially when compared to my last roommate, the Chinless Wonder) is the Messiest Person on Earth. I used to take pride in this title myself ... I mean, once I lost a chair in my room. I had so many piles of clothing littering the floorspace that I actually wasn't certain which of them was supported by a chair. But I'm just Cluttered Messy. She's Dirty Messy. A baked tomato has been sitting on my kitchen counter for three days. Aside from the question of why anyone would do that to a perfectly good foodstuff in the first place, there's a high ick factor in watching the damned thing decompose. I can't go into the living room without sneezing my head off - me, the girl with dustballs like tumbleweed. I think that anyone who's messy enough to force me to vacate the premises is officially a biohazard.
I was actually okay was this, not being the most discerning of tenants, until I saw what other people has ... hardwood floors, elevators, studies .... So now, as soon as I manage to pack up my little spotted hanky and leave, I will be the proud inhabitant of a share in a nice building with an elevator, hardwood floors, and a study, all for only fifty bucks more a month than I was paying before. Nice ... I will no longer apologize to guests for the environment that I am inflicting on them. All that I have to do is pack all of my crap in a two-day span, and shift it all down the block. Any New Yorkers have free time on Saturday that they'd care to donate to a good cause? I'd spring for dinner ...