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devilgrrlI'm 48,000 kinds of tired and cranky, the peeping tom was back this afternoon, the mold in the complex is still smelly and disgusting, and I have no idea what's going on with our lease. Haven't heard from them one way or the other about if they're renewing or not, so whatever. I presume that means be out by June 30th. or pay exorbitant amounts as a tenant at will.
The dance lesson went really well and allegedly my father is going to send us the monies, which would be great. Apparently, also, a guy who played at the tennis club hung himself and my father's friend, El Fagel Bagel (please don't ask... I have no idea what the guy's first name really is) also offed himself out in California. My father is a wonderful source of joy. Oh, and my bad knee is from Mom's side of the family and my doctor is a quack. And people wonder why I only call him once every few months.
As an addendum to above, all my father's friends have insane nicknames, such as The Knife (my godfather), The Nipper, Gordon the Tree Monster, El Bubela Von DaMoose, and The Slob. There are probably more and these are all people my father knew from New Jersey, so I have no idea if this is a Jersey thing or my father's just insane. If you're wondering, my father does not refer to any of these people by their given names, eg. "Your godfather, the Knife, and I were working on this job..." That indeed is a direct quote. Also, since I've known most of these people since childhood, I often relay stories verbatim. When I relayed the aforementioned phrase to Steven, it took me a while to figure out exactly why he was looking at me like I was insane. It sounded perfectly normal to me.
I have a rash on my arm. Gross. I need more benedryl. I also have to go to the bank tomorrow. I also bought approximately $84 worth of yarn for $13. My stash grows. Not that I'm knitting anything right now, but at least I have some yarn for when I have time.
Wow, I feel kind of sick. I'm going to check my flist and go to bed.
The dance lesson went really well and allegedly my father is going to send us the monies, which would be great. Apparently, also, a guy who played at the tennis club hung himself and my father's friend, El Fagel Bagel (please don't ask... I have no idea what the guy's first name really is) also offed himself out in California. My father is a wonderful source of joy. Oh, and my bad knee is from Mom's side of the family and my doctor is a quack. And people wonder why I only call him once every few months.
As an addendum to above, all my father's friends have insane nicknames, such as The Knife (my godfather), The Nipper, Gordon the Tree Monster, El Bubela Von DaMoose, and The Slob. There are probably more and these are all people my father knew from New Jersey, so I have no idea if this is a Jersey thing or my father's just insane. If you're wondering, my father does not refer to any of these people by their given names, eg. "Your godfather, the Knife, and I were working on this job..." That indeed is a direct quote. Also, since I've known most of these people since childhood, I often relay stories verbatim. When I relayed the aforementioned phrase to Steven, it took me a while to figure out exactly why he was looking at me like I was insane. It sounded perfectly normal to me.
I have a rash on my arm. Gross. I need more benedryl. I also have to go to the bank tomorrow. I also bought approximately $84 worth of yarn for $13. My stash grows. Not that I'm knitting anything right now, but at least I have some yarn for when I have time.
Wow, I feel kind of sick. I'm going to check my flist and go to bed.
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Date: 2006-05-20 02:40 am (UTC)How is the apartment search going?
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