this is my old apartment. the two bottom windows you see were my living and dining area..if you can call it that. the whole thing was about the size of a bedroom. 400sq ft to be exact. I slept in the closet so I could still have an 8ft couch and coffee table for my scumbag friends to sit and put their feet up on.you might notice in the picture that all of the windows on the whole building are open. sure its a nice day, but the real deal is this fucking place is a portal into the fires of hell! the heat is insane. even in february as it snowed outside. we had fans in the windows and fans on the floor and fans on the tables but it just pushed around the hot air and we would hafta lay there in a pool of sweat.
there was a dance studio across the street and on the weekends all the mommies would stand out there like a giant pack of water buffalo whilst paying no mind to their screaming demon children and I'd have to stick my head out the window and let em know about it. I think I bitched more at those heifers than at the bums that hung out on the front stoop drinking tall boys of 211. at least they weren't crying.
theres a security thing there by the door that calls your phone when people hit your apt# so you can buzz em in. I moved out last october and I still get calls from it. and someone lives there now and probably can't figure out why no one ever comes over. and I hang up on all their friends cos I'm a bitch.
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400 square feet? Jesus.
Just remember; it was 2 people and a guinea pig and enough shit to fill a 3 bedroom house occupying that 400 square feet...
Yeah, I sound smart alright, you fucking junkie whore! If you haven't figured out yet, I was speaking of myself, so don't get so heated. I don't know what that was all about, I just don't want to go to Ariel's later.
Anyways, I use to live in this 1979 trailer with this dude that had two kids that he couldn't support. Thank god that the girl lived with her mother and the boy lived NEXT DOOR with his grandmother. Well, I couldn't ever keep the place clean because we had roaches up the ying yang. I remember one time we called the Orkin man and he was ducking and dodging everytime he sprayed up in the ceilings for a few dozen would come falling on top of his head. I don't really that that was the job for him because he acted like a lady afraid of mice. I have to live there 24/7 and he was just there to spray a while and leave! At least he said that he's seen worse. My best suggestion is, if you live with bugs MOVE THE FUCK OUT. You can't get rid of them unless you bombed the place. OOOHHHH I so wanted to see that place burn down. As far as I know, dude still lives there and probably still feeds his kids ramen noodles for breakfast everytime they come over to visit. Don't expect him to host a nice grill-out Sunday afternoon. LOSER. Sorry, I'm still pissed about the roaches. BLLLLEWLELEHHHHH!!!!
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