Onwards and Upwards

This is the last week of being in our old apartment. The place is a complete disaster right now. There are boxes everywhere, and it looks like a bomb went off in the place. We are happy to be moving, making a fresh start in a brand new apartment. I'm about 3/4 of the way done packing. I will do some more tonight. We're moving at a good pace, and I think by Friday night, Saturday morning at the latest, we will be all ready to go. It's exciting, and I can't wait to move everything into the new pad. The place is really nice, and I'm looking forward to decorating it. I think we're going to work on one room at a time. The bedroom is first. J has never liked the comforter I had picked out when we first moved to the old apartment. He said it's not made out of a comfortable material, which is funny since it's a "comforter". He said it's not soft enough for his sensitive skin. It will be fun to pick out all new bedding and curtains. We also have some great ideas for pictures we're going to hang. Although moving is a huge pain in the ass, it's worth it in the long run. We hope to be there for a while, so we might as well make it our home.

Burnt Out

I woke up this morning and could not for the life of me get up and get ready for work. I'm exhausted this week. I've been staying up too late, watching the Olympics or writing articles for BitchBuzz. I need to chill this weekend and take lots of naps and eat some yummy take-out with the boyf.

I have to do some packing for the move, and I'm also donating a ton of clothes that have been hanging in my closet for a long time. There are some clothes I haven't worn in years, and/or I don't fit into anymore. They are going to a good home. J and I are donating our stuff to Big Brothers Society. All the clothes are in great condition, and I hope somebody less fortunate enjoys them as much as I did. I also gave away a lot of my "you're in your 30's now, you can't wear a bedazzled 'Princess' half-shirt" shirts. It's all about being age appropriate. Those clothes had a good run. I might even go through my "club clothes" this weekend. I have a whole crate of them in my closet, and I'm pretty sure they're covered in a blanket of cat hair because Peter used to sleep on top of them. I might keep some of those clothes, just because they're so damn cool, and I don't want to lose them. And, because I like shiny, sparkly things. I'm simple.

I hope everybody has a good weekend.

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The Weekend is Here...Thank God

Today, I'm packing up some boxes, getting ready for our big move in a few weeks. I can't tell you how excited I am to be getting out of this place. J and I really hate it here. I've also realized that I have an entire kitchen cabinet, full of wine glasses, which is pointless because my boyfriend and I don't drink anymore. I will, occasionally, have a girlfriend over for a couple glasses of Pinot Grigio but that in no way warrants more than 6 wine glasses - yeah, I have like 20. I would rather just give most of them away than have to pack them all up and then bring them to the new place, where they will sit in the cabinets untouched and covered in dust.

Moving to a new place is a great time to get rid of the shit you don't want or need anymore. I'd like to get rid of some of my clothes too. I have so much clothing that I either will never wear or I can't fit my fat ass into anymore. I think I have about 5 lbs of extra fat, preventing me from fitting into some of my clothes. It sucks. I have a huge summer wardrobe, and I haven't been able to wear practically anything from it because the clothes are too tight. I really need to just lose 5 lbs, and then I would be back in the "My clothes fit, but I'd like to be a size smaller," phase.

The boyf and I going to the movies later and then grabbing some dinner. We never go to the movies, so I'm excited. Oh, how I love movie popcorn. I think I'm looking forward to the popcorn more than the movie itself, and that's probably where my extra 5 lbs comes into play.

Measure the Stupidity

I received a message from the old realtor last night around 8:30pm, asking if J and I were moving out early because the new tenants were hoping to move in early and if we wouldn't mind if the new tenants came over this Saturday and took measurements. J and I were less than pleased about the situation. I understand they would like to move in early because they're really excited about living there. That's fine. We are not moving out early, but there was no harm in asking. However, asking to go back into our apartment and take measurements is something I would never ask to do - ever. It's fucking rude. Yeah, I understand you're really psyched to be moving into our shoebox-sized fourth floor walk-up with the BFI truck in the alley that wakes us up every morning at 7:30 even on weekends and holidays, but take a chill pill. We have one more month there, and we just want to be left alone. We don't want two strangers coming into our place and taking measurements. The place is small; if you have furniture, then cut those pieces in half because they probably won't fit through the door. I e-mailed the realtor and told him that if they want to take measurements a week before, then fine. If they need measurements before, then I will measure the place for them. Fucking idiots. I would love to tell these people to look up the word "imposition" in the dictionary, and then get back to me. If you want measurements, wait until you actually move into the place and take them yourselves.

Apartment Hunting: Volume I

J and I have to move out of our place by the end of August (thank God). I don't think either one of us can take those four flights of stairs any longer. Last weekend, the realtor called me and told me that he was showing the place to a couple who really wanted it after seeing pictures. This was on Friday. I rushed home from work early, busted through the door, immediately started complaining to J about what a shithole the place was. The bathroom was filthy. There were crumbs all over the kitchen counter. The floor needed to be vacuumed. And, my boyfriend's recliner is so gross. It has stains all over it. It reminds me of that show, Frasier and how much he despised his dad's ugly, old recliner. Well, I absolutely detest this monstrosity of a chair. It looks like something right out of a trailer park. We have a nice place, and this disgusting chair just doesn't fit with the whole look I'm going for. Usually about every three months, I'll go off on a rant to him about his chair. I can't wait until we have enough money, so I can finally get rid of that thing once and for all. Mwhahahaa!(evil laugh)

Friday, I was right out of my mind, trying to get the place into tip-top shape for these people. I got the apartment looking so great that even I couldn't believe how warm and inviting it looked. Apparently, the couple couldn't as well, and they decided to take it. Poor bastards. They have no idea what they just signed up for. Four flights of stairs seems great at the time, but then the first time you try to carry groceries up, you're ready to kill somebody by the time you get to the top of the stairs. Also, these people can expect a 7am wake-up call EVERY morning as the restaurant behind the building has their dumpster emptied by a huge BFI dumptruck. Think crashing wine bottles, lots of beeping, and booming. It's really relaxing, especially when you're trying to sleep in on the weekends or even holidays! There was one time the dumptruck got stuck on the dumpster, and we reveled in the dumptruck guy's misfortune.

Now begins another chapter where we have to check out a bunch of places, which are usually overpriced shitholes and get all stressed out because we can't find anything decent. The plan is that we are going to start looking now, so it won't be as stressful and soul-crushing as it usually is. Last Sunday, we drove up to a huge apartment complex outside of the city, where we had agreed to meet the real estate agent. When we got there, we were about an hour early, so we parked the car and observed the people going in and out. Yikes. Let's just say, we were less than impressed with the tenants. It was a downright scary crew, definitely not people you want to be living next to. Needless to say, we didn't stick around. I called the agent and told him it wasn't for us.