alyk

MP3: The Black Kids - "Look at Me (When I Rock Whichoo)

I've been kind of bumming because I really want a new apartment. Our current condo is really beautiful and is still shiny and new, but it just isn't convenient to the places where I chill on a regular basis, and also, I'm just a whiny asshole, and if I'm not nagging my husband about something, I don't feel content with life, so anyways, I want to move.

MP3: CSS - "Music is My Hot Sex (Switch Remix)"

After searching forever, we finally found a building we both liked:



The building used to be called the Boston Tea Party Rock Club, and bands like Led Zeppelin and Fleetwood Mac played there in the 60's and 70's. It's now strictly condo, and after looking at one unit, we both completely feel in love with it, and we were so thrilled we finally found a place we agreed on. The realtor showed us around during the day last week, and everything looked beautiful. Mr. Alyk and I have too much time on our hands, so we decided to see what the walk would be like from the building to our supermarket around 3am.

MP3: The Black Ghosts - "I Want Nothing"

Before we started our walk, Mr. Alyk went inside the 7-11 in the downstairs portion of the building, and I was standing around waiting for him. Two dudes who were on the corner started kind of beefing, and suddenly one of them took off his shirt and ran into the street and shouted, "I'm right here in the middle of the street, dog, let's go!" I guess this was code language for "Let's engage in fisticuffs," but the other dude was talking to some broad, so he tried to brush the other guy off gently by telling him to "go get fucked." The fella in the street was unhappy with this response, so he said (while pointing at me) "I swear on that white girl's life, I will cut you up!" That was kind of awkward for me, because a.) I kind of didn't want to be involved, and b.) the last thing I need is a stranger placing wagers on my life.

MP3: Elton John - "My Father's Gun"

I was clearly bumming over the white girl comment, so the lady who was standing with the other dude came up to me, and said, "It's ok--he does this every night." I was like, "Oh, ok," and then she asked me where I bought my handbag, so that put me in a better mood, and we chatted while those two dudes shouted insults and death threats at each other. A couple minutes later, Mr. Alyk came out of the store and looked like he was really unhappy with me, so I said goodbye to my new friend, and walked to the grocery store with Mr. Alyk. After a couple minutes, he said, "I leave you outside for five minutes, and you become BFF with a neighborhood prostitute?" I was like, "No way." He said, "Yes way, why do you think she was standing on a corner at three in the morning?"

In the end, the entire experience was just awful, because not only had someone pointed out that I was caucasian (mean), I had been duped into becoming friends with a prostitute.

I still think we're going to take the apartment, though.

MP3: Missy Elliott - "Work It"

Would like to hear a random fact?



Lasagna has seven fingers on one paw and an opposable thumb. He picks up my hair ties and puts them in his mouth. It's adorable.

I don't like self-disclosure, and I feel like I opened myself up way too much in this journal, so I'm just going to stop talking now.