Ok, so the little project has been neglected. I guess it's just another one of those things that will never get completed. I hate that, the fact that a lot of things I try to get done stagnate.
Anyhow, I'm trying to get my apartment to look somewhat decent. Something which is nearly impossible, given that I live with two guys who never contribute a single thing to this household. I mean, I've started hoarding toilet paper and toothpaste because I know they'll never replace those items which we all use. (And of course, if I were to complain that they have to buy things like that if they use them up, they'll think I'm a crazy bitch who demands unreasonable things from them. Just like I'm a demanding harpy when I suggest we all pitch in to renovate the bathroom or paint the walls or get a new couch. You can imagine my frustration.)
Speaking of hoarding, it seems the owner of my building was leasing to a couple responsible for tons of trash and 43 dead cats. Note the last paragraph. Remember my front door situation? Still not fixed. I'm wondering if now's the time to take them to court, really shut their asses down. The only problem is that it leaves the building in limbo, possibly to be re-zoned, and I lose my sweet, cheap apartment.
It's just so bloody frustrating. You have no idea how much I love this apartment. I love the size, the industrial feel, the view of the city, the amount of light, the brick walls, the cute commercial strip nearby, the proximity to parks and bike paths, and, oh, did I mention it was cheap? But to get all this, I have to deal with slobs, hideous furniture which said slobs refuse to throw away, damage to pretty much everything due to slob negligence, shady landlords, jackhammering outside at 6:30am because we're not zoned as a regular residential building, along with the usual host of annoyances which come with communal and apartment living.
I can't afford to move. I've calculated it, and I just can't swing it. Not even to a shitty, far away neighbourhood. Not even to parts of town I despise or am afraid of. I can't get anything for what I'm currently paying. Even a bachelor cell would cost a hundred to a hundred and fifty dollars more, which I really can't manage.
So here's what I need: a lawyer; some new furniture; some free paint and volunteers; a week away from work to get it all done; some muscle to keep the slobs out of the house while Steve (a.k.a. Good Roomie), our volunteers and I turn this place into the dream loft it's supposed to be. Barring that, a Fairy Godmother would be much appreciated.
Anyhow, I'm trying to get my apartment to look somewhat decent. Something which is nearly impossible, given that I live with two guys who never contribute a single thing to this household. I mean, I've started hoarding toilet paper and toothpaste because I know they'll never replace those items which we all use. (And of course, if I were to complain that they have to buy things like that if they use them up, they'll think I'm a crazy bitch who demands unreasonable things from them. Just like I'm a demanding harpy when I suggest we all pitch in to renovate the bathroom or paint the walls or get a new couch. You can imagine my frustration.)
Speaking of hoarding, it seems the owner of my building was leasing to a couple responsible for tons of trash and 43 dead cats. Note the last paragraph. Remember my front door situation? Still not fixed. I'm wondering if now's the time to take them to court, really shut their asses down. The only problem is that it leaves the building in limbo, possibly to be re-zoned, and I lose my sweet, cheap apartment.
It's just so bloody frustrating. You have no idea how much I love this apartment. I love the size, the industrial feel, the view of the city, the amount of light, the brick walls, the cute commercial strip nearby, the proximity to parks and bike paths, and, oh, did I mention it was cheap? But to get all this, I have to deal with slobs, hideous furniture which said slobs refuse to throw away, damage to pretty much everything due to slob negligence, shady landlords, jackhammering outside at 6:30am because we're not zoned as a regular residential building, along with the usual host of annoyances which come with communal and apartment living.
I can't afford to move. I've calculated it, and I just can't swing it. Not even to a shitty, far away neighbourhood. Not even to parts of town I despise or am afraid of. I can't get anything for what I'm currently paying. Even a bachelor cell would cost a hundred to a hundred and fifty dollars more, which I really can't manage.
So here's what I need: a lawyer; some new furniture; some free paint and volunteers; a week away from work to get it all done; some muscle to keep the slobs out of the house while Steve (a.k.a. Good Roomie), our volunteers and I turn this place into the dream loft it's supposed to be. Barring that, a Fairy Godmother would be much appreciated.
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I hope you sort something out with your roommates. People are so dense sometimes.