Wow, I used to wonder how folks could go weeks with out blogging. I blogged every single day and it was my outlet, my journal.
But as of late i come on SG, lurk and then go back to real life. Not sure if I have less to say, less to share, or just have gotten boring
I imagine this will only get worse as it gets warmer.
Yesterday the new bed came. Very exciting. The old bed was over ten years old and a full size. We have now upgraded to a Queen. Anti_duff can actually fit his whole body on the bed.
The bed delivery was very exciting, however as always there was fucking drama. The fucking idiot super decided not to pad the elevators and then tried to tell me that I couldn't move furniture on Saturdays. I wouldn't have cared all that much since the delivery guys just wanted to get a move on and started to take the mattress up the stairs, but then the super called me a liar.
And that was it. He just kept yelling at me you are a liar, you are a liar. I called the management company immediately and left a message that they needed to call me back immediately. Oh, and the Super told me that the owner of the management company said I was a liar and that the super should ignore me. Somehow I really doubt that, and I hope the super gets his ass handed to him.
I used to feel bad for the super. He seemed to have a sucky job he hated so I always tried to be really nice to him despite him fucking me over time and time again. Now he is on my shit list.
If you haven't figured it out calling me a liar when I try to play by the rules? Not cool.
Otherwise I just really wish anti_duff and I could figure out the distance thing. We both want to be together. We both want to live together, but he wants to live in Brooklyn and I want to live in Westchester. I just hope we can figure it out.
But as of late i come on SG, lurk and then go back to real life. Not sure if I have less to say, less to share, or just have gotten boring
I imagine this will only get worse as it gets warmer.
Yesterday the new bed came. Very exciting. The old bed was over ten years old and a full size. We have now upgraded to a Queen. Anti_duff can actually fit his whole body on the bed.
The bed delivery was very exciting, however as always there was fucking drama. The fucking idiot super decided not to pad the elevators and then tried to tell me that I couldn't move furniture on Saturdays. I wouldn't have cared all that much since the delivery guys just wanted to get a move on and started to take the mattress up the stairs, but then the super called me a liar.
And that was it. He just kept yelling at me you are a liar, you are a liar. I called the management company immediately and left a message that they needed to call me back immediately. Oh, and the Super told me that the owner of the management company said I was a liar and that the super should ignore me. Somehow I really doubt that, and I hope the super gets his ass handed to him.
I used to feel bad for the super. He seemed to have a sucky job he hated so I always tried to be really nice to him despite him fucking me over time and time again. Now he is on my shit list.
If you haven't figured it out calling me a liar when I try to play by the rules? Not cool.
Otherwise I just really wish anti_duff and I could figure out the distance thing. We both want to be together. We both want to live together, but he wants to live in Brooklyn and I want to live in Westchester. I just hope we can figure it out.
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gangstaswan:
My boy and I are having the exact opposite problem. Both our roommates are moving out (his left today; mine leaves May 31), but I don't want to live with a partner until we get married. It's my one old-fashioned rule.
dbbc19:
haha thanks...but theres still like 6 other people under consideration too 