It's been two weeks, living conditions are rough. Mice with bones so little they can fit in the tiniest crack beneath our bedroom door. On the other side of that bedroom door live bed bugs. The scariest vermin known to sleepers...everywhere. Bites along my leg, I don't know when or how...just who.
It's so hot these days, grains of sand seeping up through the carpet while the dial on the heater is broken...it won't turn off high. The queen is the happiest she has been, since the big move to what is now...Saudia Arabia.
While there is a drought in the living room and sleeping quarters, the bathroom remains flooded at least three times a day. Toilet paper is constantly running low, forcing us to use paper towels that clog the new york sewer system. Water is going to have to be rationed soon..as well as toilet paper. Too many showers, yet I havent showered in weeks.
We ran out of mozzarella today. Asparagus in its rawest form. Thankfully, we have enough half-eaten apples to last us a while.
Space is low, books now take up residence in our bath tub, as well as using the Oxford Annotated Bible as both toilet paper and for cockroach squashing. Black seeps from its edges as it kills one more of the creepy crawlers that is the cockroach colony.
Mold is growing back. We thought we conquered it months ago. The pain is cracking and it is back with vengeance. Time spent in a closed shoebox bathroom is also being rationed due to toxic chemicals growing on the ceiling above us.
A week ago we ran out of room for the little food we have. Boxes of pasta and loaves of bread fall from the shelf...not that we could have eaten it anyways because the heat destroys all that is edible.
Victory though will prevail. It has to.
A. & N.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Commitment... really?!?
I realize that another post about Starbucks is outright barbarous butttt... this is my blog. So shut up and drive. Or ride. Point: I'm going to do it anyway.
"The Way I See It #76"
The irony of commitment is that
it's deeply liberating - in work, in
play, in love. The act frees you
from the tyranny of your internal
critic, from the fear that likes to
dress itself up and parade around
as rational hesitation. To commit is
to remove your head as the barrier
to your life.
- Anne Morriss
WTF?!? @##&@*$*#
Why why why, do I keep getting this cup?? This quote has been posted on my daily Starbucks cup for over 2 weeks now. I feel like there is no truly significant need for this nonsense and it should probably end soon. And no, I'm not crazy psycho, and yes I have a life... I would not normally take the time to complain about this ridiculousness that IS my life. However, read the quote again. If you know anything about me, you know this is the exact OPPOSITE! of how I feel. Commitment... really?!? Gross. Geez louissszzzzzz!! My love for "The Way I See It" is slowly wearing off. I get enough of this bs from the rest of the world, and now... from a corporation. Give me an effing break.
Rude.
Nic$Mill OUT.
N.
"The Way I See It #76"
The irony of commitment is that
it's deeply liberating - in work, in
play, in love. The act frees you
from the tyranny of your internal
critic, from the fear that likes to
dress itself up and parade around
as rational hesitation. To commit is
to remove your head as the barrier
to your life.
- Anne Morriss
WTF?!? @##&@*$*#
Why why why, do I keep getting this cup?? This quote has been posted on my daily Starbucks cup for over 2 weeks now. I feel like there is no truly significant need for this nonsense and it should probably end soon. And no, I'm not crazy psycho, and yes I have a life... I would not normally take the time to complain about this ridiculousness that IS my life. However, read the quote again. If you know anything about me, you know this is the exact OPPOSITE! of how I feel. Commitment... really?!? Gross. Geez louissszzzzzz!! My love for "The Way I See It" is slowly wearing off. I get enough of this bs from the rest of the world, and now... from a corporation. Give me an effing break.
Rude.
Nic$Mill OUT.
N.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
nskidmore@tkc.edu
I may or may not throw myself off the fire escape of Herald Towers if I get another TKC e-mail today. It sounds dramatic... but it is a very real possibility. I mean... I have only received 10 e-mails today, seem a little excessive? My TKC account is raping me and there is no way out!! I feel like a trapped child (ew. gross) inside one of those plastic ball net contraptions. You know... the ones in McDonalds.. ew McDonalds...
Anyway.... the point of this rant is, well nothing really but to complain. TKC. Tits! It runs my life. And thanks to the "Pimp Machine" (iPhone), I am continually reminded of my leash that is... my student e-mail. Welcome to my world...
NEW MESSAGES 2/3/09
Final Agenda for Council Meeting
Revised February Calendar
Free Financial Planning Seminar
Great Career Connection
FREE COFFEE!!
Breakbreakers, Last Reminder
Leadership and Internship Opportunities
Temptation Book Forum
Intro to Econ
Elections for Student Body President
Books
Blah Blah BLAHHH
Geez. I do not have the time nor the desire to read all your bullshit. The only one that sounds in any way worth my energy would be "Free Coffee," which in fact, was a very deceiving subject. A. Nothing is free. B. Why the hell would I take the time to go to the link provided and follow further instructions in order to get this free cup of coffee when I can walk down the street and get a Starbucks. DUH. Not going to happen.
Now normally when I am annoyed by a curtain form of communication... I get rid of it. (Example: Old phone number. If I never text you back... you annoy me. Leave me alone. ) However, in this case, that is not an option. I don't think it's even possible. Balls!!!
If you don't know where I am or what I'm doing... it's because I am hiding. Don't ask me to make plans... I won't. I don't even know what "plans" entail and I'd rather not. I don't count on anyone. I do what I want.
TITS!!
TKC, you stress me out.
I can't take this nonsense. Give me a dollar if you wanna hollarr.
I'm a mess
N.
Anyway.... the point of this rant is, well nothing really but to complain. TKC. Tits! It runs my life. And thanks to the "Pimp Machine" (iPhone), I am continually reminded of my leash that is... my student e-mail. Welcome to my world...
NEW MESSAGES 2/3/09
Final Agenda for Council Meeting
Revised February Calendar
Free Financial Planning Seminar
Great Career Connection
FREE COFFEE!!
Breakbreakers, Last Reminder
Leadership and Internship Opportunities
Temptation Book Forum
Intro to Econ
Elections for Student Body President
Books
Blah Blah BLAHHH
Geez. I do not have the time nor the desire to read all your bullshit. The only one that sounds in any way worth my energy would be "Free Coffee," which in fact, was a very deceiving subject. A. Nothing is free. B. Why the hell would I take the time to go to the link provided and follow further instructions in order to get this free cup of coffee when I can walk down the street and get a Starbucks. DUH. Not going to happen.
Now normally when I am annoyed by a curtain form of communication... I get rid of it. (Example: Old phone number. If I never text you back... you annoy me. Leave me alone. ) However, in this case, that is not an option. I don't think it's even possible. Balls!!!
If you don't know where I am or what I'm doing... it's because I am hiding. Don't ask me to make plans... I won't. I don't even know what "plans" entail and I'd rather not. I don't count on anyone. I do what I want.
TITS!!
TKC, you stress me out.
I can't take this nonsense. Give me a dollar if you wanna hollarr.
I'm a mess
N.
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