Apartment'd!
I headed up to Bellingham today to do a number of things (some NYT stuff, some WWU stuff), the coolest of which was paying my first month's rent and picking up the keys to my place. My new landlords are confirmed cool - they didn't try to get me to pay for prorated rent for picking up the keys a day and a half early.
The sexy apartment chica (amazingly sexiliy cute for a white chick) told me that I shouldn't have anything to worry about cleanliness-wise, as the previous tenant had a bunch of friends who had a "Professional Janitorial Business" over to clean it. Professional or not, they did a horrible job of cleaning out the apartment. From what I saw, they vacuumed. Nothing else. There was a whole bunch of crap left behind, including, but not limited to, a filthy George Foreman grill knockoff, all his shampoo and shower crap, a towel, some paper towels, a bunch of trash in this little nook, and some Coke from Christmas 1999! The walls had wacky marks upon them and needed to be painted. The space above the heaters were stained with soot, making it look as if the heaters had caught fire at some point. The guy was a definite hippie, as I found a toolbox with a bunch of hippie stuff in it and some dirty old hippie sandals. Hippies do not please me.
Anyways, I was fine with all that, cause I got the vibe that my landlords were awfully cool and would take care of the mess for me. I called them up and told them about, and they told me they'd have a cleaning crew out the next day. Awesome! I hooked up my cable modem and checked up on some intarweb thingies. I found that I had to take a dump after awhile, and proceeded to do so with the door open. Why? Because I could, dammit. While I'm dropping the kids off at the pool, in wanders sexy apartment chica! We have an "AAAA" moment, I finish up, and find her chilling outside my apartment. She was quite cool about seeing my junk while I dumped, and we proceeded to make jokes at the previous tenants expense as we loaded some of his crap into the back of her truck.
I found out that she was a diver, and that you actually can dive in Washington and not be immediately blinded by the murk of the sea. She says she usually has about thirty foot visibility. She also told me that I can get my diver's license in a weekend. She also managed to sleep in "my boyfriend and I" while talking about diving. Boyfriend? No! Even though she was probably about twenty-five years old, she shattered my fantasy prospects. Oh well, it's still awesome to know that I've got someone cool as my landlord, and that we get along. Unlike Landmark. Fuck Landmark.
The sexy apartment chica (amazingly sexiliy cute for a white chick) told me that I shouldn't have anything to worry about cleanliness-wise, as the previous tenant had a bunch of friends who had a "Professional Janitorial Business" over to clean it. Professional or not, they did a horrible job of cleaning out the apartment. From what I saw, they vacuumed. Nothing else. There was a whole bunch of crap left behind, including, but not limited to, a filthy George Foreman grill knockoff, all his shampoo and shower crap, a towel, some paper towels, a bunch of trash in this little nook, and some Coke from Christmas 1999! The walls had wacky marks upon them and needed to be painted. The space above the heaters were stained with soot, making it look as if the heaters had caught fire at some point. The guy was a definite hippie, as I found a toolbox with a bunch of hippie stuff in it and some dirty old hippie sandals. Hippies do not please me.
Anyways, I was fine with all that, cause I got the vibe that my landlords were awfully cool and would take care of the mess for me. I called them up and told them about, and they told me they'd have a cleaning crew out the next day. Awesome! I hooked up my cable modem and checked up on some intarweb thingies. I found that I had to take a dump after awhile, and proceeded to do so with the door open. Why? Because I could, dammit. While I'm dropping the kids off at the pool, in wanders sexy apartment chica! We have an "AAAA" moment, I finish up, and find her chilling outside my apartment. She was quite cool about seeing my junk while I dumped, and we proceeded to make jokes at the previous tenants expense as we loaded some of his crap into the back of her truck.
I found out that she was a diver, and that you actually can dive in Washington and not be immediately blinded by the murk of the sea. She says she usually has about thirty foot visibility. She also told me that I can get my diver's license in a weekend. She also managed to sleep in "my boyfriend and I" while talking about diving. Boyfriend? No! Even though she was probably about twenty-five years old, she shattered my fantasy prospects. Oh well, it's still awesome to know that I've got someone cool as my landlord, and that we get along. Unlike Landmark. Fuck Landmark.
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