Archive for August, 2008

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I am right.

August 30, 2008

Remember when I wrote a little Gridskipper (R.I.P.) blog post about D.C.’s worst DJ and dance nights, and then all those BYT assholes had a shitfit and tried to say that I was wrong?

Well, I’m sitting at work at Blisspop, and that Tittsworth dude is DJing here again. I mistakenly called whatever it is he’s spinning “trance” in the original article, which led a bunch of b-holes to be like, “TITTSWORTH IS NOT TRANCE” on various message boards / comment pages.

Listen. Again, I don’t know what the fuck this is that he’s playing right now. But it fucking blows. Hard. And so does every single person at this bullshit show.

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Apartment hunting

August 29, 2008

I am a spaz about certain things. But I thought that my spazziness didn’t make me weird in the situation of having a place to live exactly two months from now. However, apparently it does because every dude listing an apartment on Craigslist wants you to move in this goddamn weekend!

My roommate was like, yeah, it’s for people who just move here. But like, if I just moved here, it would most likely mean that I would have known, probably, at least a month in advance that I was going to move to a new city in which the rent for a 1 BR is like, $1500-$1700!

But no. Also, if you want to move into a building with like, a doorman and a management company, like my building now, you better get on finding an apartment like, three months in advance. So there’s this window period of time wherein it is impossible for one to find an apartment, yet, where it is most reasonable that a person would WANT to find an apartment. See what I’m saying?

Today Clark and I are going to see a place that is AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL and in the PERFECT LOCATION. He wants to rent it October 1 (reasonable), however, I need October 15 for finansh reasons. If he doesn’t find anyone else to rent it to or needs some extra time to do repairs, we could be in. Please pray that he is an easily charmed gay man who will a) think Clark and I are a perfect and adorable couple and b) be impressed with the fact that I work at the Blade.

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bringing out the beast in me.

August 13, 2008

It’s official, I think, that I am a non-smoker. Today is day 13 of no smoking, and I’m pretty sure the lack of nicotine isn’t affecting my behavior in any way. THEN WHY AM I HAVING CONVERSATIONS IN MY HEAD WITH TOURISTS IN WHICH I AM YELLING AT THEM FOR LEAVING THEIR HOTEL ROOMS DURING MY COMMUTE?

Seriously. Today, two stops from the Dupont Metro, a father and his two sons, one COMPLETELY decked out in shiny Lakers jersey attire, got on the bus at 9:30 a.m. and held us up for like, 3 minutes whlie he uncrinkled the WHAT SEEMED LIKE million dollars it takes for them to ride the bus three stops. Couldn’t this wait, like, an hour? Whatever it is you’re doing?

Also, old people. A couple I would normally see as cute, sixty-somethings with fannypacks FILLED ME WITH RAGE. The man actually said, out loud, to nobody, “I haven’t been on a bus this full since high school.” MAYBE THATS BECAUSE WE ALL, YOU KNOW, HAVE JOBS. AND WE’RE TRYING TO GET TO WORK IN A TIMELY MANNER, YOU FOOL. You making INANE COMMENTS like that just makes this interminable bus ride THAT MUCH MORE UNBEARABLE.

I’m pretty sure if I were still a smoker, I’d still be thinking these things.

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