the old moldy story
Where am I tonight as I write this entry?� I am NOT in my own home that�s for sure.� One day when normalcy returns I will post pictures of the moldy nightmare that was formerly my kitchen so that you can see what hell has befallen Rick and I today.�
A few months ago we had a leak from the upstairs that was leaking down into our kitchen.� We noticed, we complained and complained and the manager at the complex did nothing and did more nothing.� I got bitchier and bitchier and finally they ordered new cabinets and came today to take out the old and put in the new.� It has been one long drawn out affair already.� I have discussed the problem so many times that I never wrote about it here because I was just fed up with the topic entirely and could not bring myself to write about it too.� But alas�this is the breaking point and I must write about it or kill someone tonight.
There is enough mold in my kitchen for us to open a cheese factory or at the very least a science experiment lab of some type.� It�s so disgusting in there right now, the walls are nearly entirely black.� They are fuzzy like a woolly sweater and the entire apartment stinks of some evil much like the Amityville Horror of olden days.
So tonight Rick and I are at his half brother�s house nearby.� I�ll be crashing on his couch and Rick will be on the floor.� I have to mention here that last night we did not sleep well because our air conditioner was on the fritz and it was entirely too damn hot in the apartment.� So this will be the 2nd night of sure to come unrest.� It�s just not the same as a normal night in your own home.
The kitchen walls are so entirely bad that Rick and I anticipate having to move all of our belongings to another apartment in the near future.� I also anticipate chopping off the gay mangers head and serving it to the neighborhood dogs tomorrow as well.� We had to move the last time because this complex UPGRADED everything and insisted that we had to move into an UPGRADED apartment.� Let me just say that all they apparently did was put pretty icing on a shit cake.� I�m furious at this point.� I�m tired.�
I left my little doggie in the apartment and feel badly for her, but it was last minute and no one could really wanted her coming over.� And if I did bring her with me she�d be in an un-airconditioned garage and she�s better off in the air conditioned bedroom of our apartment for tonight.
I have already informed my supervisor that I�m experiencing an emergency and will be late in the morning if I come in at all.� Which sucks because I was ahead of the game and now I will fall behind.� Gah!!! Rememeber that all I�ve been doing is working working working!� Remember?� Well it�s about to get worse.
So, tomorrow we�ll either be moving or enduring having entire walls ripped out and repaired.� Either way life�s going to be hellacious for days to come.
I brought along my laptop because I had to log in and do the student thing.� Thankfully the future step brother in law was nice enough to invite us both in for the night.� It should be noted that he got a new refrigerator and it tells you what the temperature is.� Nice�.gotta love that.
In other news, the ex moved to Pinellas Park..hahahahaha�..I�m sure that�s not a very nice place to be.� Pinellas Park is like the Hee Haw section of town.� Hickville in the center of cityville.