And why should I?
From this point forward, the following things about me are written in stone:
1) I won’t be wasting another second of my time on anyone or anything that isn’t worth my time. I will be the person to make that determination without input.
2) If you are starting to cross my boundaries, you’re gonna get told.
3) I am going to surround myself ONLY with nice, happy, caring, supportive, non-argumentative, mature people who wouldn’t want me to waste a second of my life catering to a bully for any reason.
4) If anyone has a problem with that, your loss.
5) I am going to have an incredible life and I’m going to enjoy the shit out of every second of it. I won’t feel bad about that no matter what you say or do.
6) My time is my own, to be spent by me in any such manner I choose so long as I am not hurting anyone and
minding my own bidness. Unsolicited negative opinions by negative people will be immediately shot down and crapped on as will the unsolicited opinion-giver.
7) If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it’s a duck so don’t bother with an excuse.
“Knowing someone for a long time” is NOT a valid reason for staying in contact with someone if the relationship is overwhelmingly negative.
9) I will always be helpful and supportive of my loved ones but not when I’m being manipulated.
10) I am not going to keep any more secrets for bullies.
11) Boundaries are subject to change without notice.
So not all of these have to do with the aforementioned fool, it just seems like for some people in my life, these boundaries have to be stated and re-stated again. I’d just like a place where they’re written down for repeat viewing so’s we don’t have to go over them time and again. It’s tedious.
And please don’t take anything as pointed AT anyone. It’s definitely not. But if you feel like you fall into one of these categories, well you really better re-evaluate whether or not you are really my friend, how genuine you are being and whether arguing with me is worth it.
I just want to be happy and productive in this life in case we only have one go-round. Respect that schizzle.
Kristyn’s Mother sent me a forward that I really liked and found to be true. Here it is:
To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn’t have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to
A premature baby.
To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
You can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend or family member:
LOSE ONE.
Remember….
Hold on tight to the ones you love!
This is the Mermaid Trivet he stole. It's heavy, hand-painted and was thoughtfully picked out by a good friend for Kristyn as a birthday gift. It's something she values.
There is a person that I have known and been friends with on and off for the past fifteen years. There have been three stages in this relationship: the high school years, the party years, the I’m putting up with you years. I’m not going to name that person because to say what it is that this person has done is enough. Maybe you think it’s too much but there we’d disagree.
I am usually a pretty even person. I know I have a reputation for having a sharp tongue when pushed. That’s right. Regardless of however anyone sees me, the person that I AM is a thinker, a pattern-finder, a person who does not like to hurt anyone’s feelings, a person who wants to be a good person, a person who gives people second chances because that’s what I want, a person who tries to do her best in this life and tries to learn from mistakes. I also have no idea how to relate to people. I can get along with anyone, have a laugh, etc, etc, etc. I have never been able to figure out though, how to approach a person who obviously does not have your best interests at heart. I’ve done the “let it go” thing but that always ends up bad. If you let crap go, you just are telling that person that it is okay to treat you how they are and they inevitably keep going and you inevitably get mad. I’ve tried the “confront it head on” tactic but then you’re a nag. I’ve tried the “walk away” technique but always fall for it when the person comes back all smiles and “I’ve changed!” In some ways the problem lies in me because what I need to do is just find a way to walk away from certain people and never allow myself to turn that other cheek if the person is just bad, bad news. But I am a person who ACTUALLY loves people. Like if you know me and we’re not shanking each other at the moment (or even if we are), I LOVE your ass and will do what it takes to make things right. And if things go horribly wrong, I WILL give you second and third and fourth and fifth chances because I feel like I don’t want to be judged for the person I used to be. You never know what is going on in someone’s life at any given moment and therefore you can never really know where someone is coming from.
When my parents divorced, I said I was okay with that. I wasn’t okay with that. When you’re a kid and your parents divorce, you are allowed to have the requisite temper tantrums and tough times that go with the loss. When you’re 20, no one gives you that allotment. You are supposed to buck up, slap on a smile and be A-O-Fricking-K. All at the same time, my parents divorced, my Dad moved out, my Mom got a new boyfriend, my family took sides and everything fractured. It’s no one’s fault, we were all on new ground, every one of us. But I went from having this huge family to nothing. And when I leaned on my friends, they walked away. So the point is, I know what it is to go through shit and have everyone you know walk the hell away because your crap is too heavy at the moment.
So I forgive. I don’t forget but I forgive. I move past things or try to. I try to get on with it and like allow people to be who they are right now in this moment without a thousand other moments clouding it. Because of this, I am nice to people who have screwed me over. I receive flack for it but I’m not Mother Theresa. It’s selfish too because I don’t want to carry the burden of hating someone, but at the same time it leaves me exposed to be screwed over again. I don’t want to be a hard person. I want to be a happy, open, receptive person…and that leaves you wiiiiiide open to people who’d like to use that positivity and naivety for their own ends. It is something that constantly happens to me and I am bringing it on myself.
Recently, we’ve had a huge amount of changes in our lives. We’ve moved three thousand miles away from home, are adjusting to a new climate, a new terrain, a new map, new grocery stores, new bank, new jobs, new landlord, new everything. We went from living comfortably with good jobs to just making it. But for all of that, we are really, really happy and fulfilled that we made this change. We miss our family and friends but social networking sites, the horn, snail mail and Skype have made this a lot easier than it would have been years ago. Thanks to technology, we are mainly able to keep the same exact relationships going and really aren’t lonely much.
So it was very surprising to hear the other day that someone who we have trusted and been disappointed by thousands of times had struck again. This person who I let LIVE in my house for years, stole something from us on the night of our going away party. Stole something from our HOUSE. And we didn’t find out until someone else spilled the beans without realizing it. This person who we see at parties, who we’ve laughed and cried with, who has been there for a thousand good and bad times in my life, who I have (at points) trusted implicitly with my family, my feelings and my home, stole something totally irrelevant from our house. It was a trivet of all things. A pretty one but a trivet. Not a DVD player or something else that’s worth anything monetary just something insignificant (but significant to us bc it’d been a gift). That it’s something small and personal with not like “street value” makes it that much more hurtful. This person has stolen from us before and then bragged to our faces how he does it to other people. How he does it, why he does it, when he does it, what kinds of stuff he steals. And how naive are we? We KNOW he’s done it to us. We KNOW he’s telling us he does it regularly. CLEARLY this person is the type who likes to flirt with getting caught, gets off on the fact that we won’t say anything because we’re nice. And why the hell ARE we so nice? What in the world does this person, this loser, possibly have that we need? He’s funny but so the hell are we. He’s artistic but we are too. (As an aside, he created an “abstract” painting of someone I love’s NUDE body and showed it to me gleefully and pointedly probably KNOWING that I knew what I was seeing but KNOWING that I wouldn’t say anything and I didn’t. I knew at that moment what you were showing me, you’re not getting away with anything you asshole. Also too, anyone can paint a bunch of splotches on a canvas, that doesn’t make you an artist, fella.) And he brings literally nothing else to the table. Not particularly nice, not kind, not generous, not thoughtful, complimentary, gentle, cooperative, helpful…nothing. So what is wrong with us that we have to over and over and over again learn this lesson and put up with it?! And WHY do people keep standing up for him and/or not defending us? Like I don’t need anyone to have my back, I do a fine job of defending myself but what does this guy have that everyone needs? And why in the world am I expected to need it also? I just will never understand the way this world works and when I do, it’ll be time to hand in my number, no doubt.
Maybe you think I am making a mountain out of a molehill. If this were the only circumstance, you’d be right. A small summary of things that his person has done to me and all the people I love are:
*Threw a punch at me and another person
*Yelled at my family
*Created a wedge between my family and myself
*Thrown parties at my mother’s house and left the place a dump
*Took advantage of me at a party once in front of a room full of people
*Disparaged me to anyone who’d listen
*Lied to me
*Used me for money/food/booze/getting into clubs
*Gone on a misogyny website and bragged that not only did I buy him McDonald’s but served it to him at my own computer as well
*Ruined a trip that I always wanted to go on
*Stole from me on more than one occasion (food, liquor, art supplies, CDs, ciggs, trivet, who knows what else?)
The list goes on but I have never once received anything even close to an apology from this person. He just shows up in my life whenever he wants and acts like nothing ever happened. And for some reason, I go along with it. I *think* that my reasoning is that I don’t want to rock the boat. Even now, I’m not saying his name. Why?! I guess I just don’t want to totally disparage someone. I guess I have more class than he does. I guess I just wouldn’t want to put someone through the torture they put me through. Personally, I think it’s enough to have listed these sins. I just don’t want to be that doormat anymore. I don’t ever want to be that stupid little girl again that allows some worthless mooch to place his value over mine and let him get away with it. This last violation and act of bullying on his part has just disgusted me in a way that is final.
Like a huge reason why I came to California is that I wanted to get away from what everyone’s idea of me and what I am capable of is. I mean no one can treat me like crap without my permission but I just wanted to move away and live my own life for myself, free from anyone else’s obligations, ideas, thoughts or expectations. Moreso than anything, I want to be a strong woman in charge of her own life. Too many of us (myself included) get caught up in the trivialities of life and allow the tide to kind of move us along. The reason I am even addressing these trivialities is twofold: To embarrass this creep and to say once and for all that I am not a person that you will get away with taking advantage of. I thank this moron from the bottom of my heart for not only getting himself the hell OUT of my life once and for all but also for giving me my balls back. I WON’T be apologizing for how this makes anyone feel apart from the mutual friends we have that have to inadvertently deal with this bullshit. I am sorry to them that as much as this isn’t their problem, it’s something that has to tarnish even a second of their brainwaves thinking about. What I am NOT sorry about is actually saying it though. I am not sorry that someone took advantage of me and Kristyn and we stood up for ourselves. I am not sorry that we KEPT waiting for this person to grow up and act like an adult. I am not sorry that we gave this person a thousand chances. I am not sorry that this person screwed us over. I am PROUD of being a person who is classy enough to have given someone a thousand chances to prove them self and I am PROUD of both Kristyn and myself for taking a torch to the bridge we have with this person. You are beneath us friend because we are nice people and you are not. Don’t ever forget it and do not ever come near us again. Life is too short to suffer some fools.
And yeah, I might be making myself look bad by even writing this. But anyone who thinks that I should continue taking this fool’s shit without a word can kiss my ass. To quote Chris Rock, “Yeah that’s right, I SAID IT.” To quote me, “Booyah.”
I visited LA last year in early October and did not for the life of me understand how its laid out. Friends came this past October and said the same exact thing. In fact, until we got here in September, we had no idea how LA is really laid out.
So even though I’d been here I didn’t know at all what I was looking at. My family and friends who have never been here really therefore have no idea where I am. So for that reason, I’m going to map it out as best I can, bear with me. For those of you who have been here or are really familiar, please forgive me if I get something wrong, I’m still getting my sea legs.
So Los Angeles is a county AND a city. I live in LA the city and LA the county. LA is like “New York City” where it has a bunch of different neighborhoods. Think less “boroughs” and more Manhattan-y neighborhoods like “Soho”, “Times Square” and “Greenwich Village”. There ARE some neighborhoods that are it’s own little city with it’s own municipality however. I think West Hollywood and Beverly Hills are two examples of that.
Anyway, I live in Silver Lake, which is a neighborhood in LA city. If you clicked on the map, you’ll see that I am on the North East side of LA. Silver Lake is not a ritzy area of LA nor is it a bad area. It is similar to Kearny in that it is filled with families mostly. There are also an abundance of “hipsters” here but for the most part there are a lot of middle class families and children around here. Most of the houses here are small, one level bugalow-style jobbies. That is also what we live in. There is no basement and no second floor.
We live in a “sub-neighborhood” of Silver Lake called Sunset Junction. We live a block down from the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and Santa Monica Boulevard. These streets usually run parallel through LA to the Pacific Ocean but join at Sunset Junction at Sanborn Ave (where El Pollo Loco is!).
Anyway, think of LA as Kearny and the surrounding areas. You have Newark, Harrison, Kearny, North Arlington, Lyndhurst, Rutherford, etc…kinda going up in “niceness” with each town you get closer to New York. Well its the same here except it’s with the Ocean. As you get closer to the ocean, the flashier/more money is in each neighborhood. As we are on the East side, we’re not Newark (no offense to Newark-ites) but maybe Harrison/Kearny (on the Quick Check side of Midland). So basically we moved 3,000 miles plus to Kearny part deux plus palm trees.
So Sunset Boulevard and Santa Monica Boulevard are like two steroided out Kearny Avenues. (There are WAY more Kearny Aves than that in LA but these are two of the main through streets.)
LA is definitely a city but it’s really really flat. Like it’s very hilly in parts but there are no tall buildings. If a building is tall, it’s usualy at most two stories. In downtown, there are high-rises but personally I don’t know if I’d call them skyscrapers. Well maybe, just not like how tall NY skyscrapers are. Let’s just say the’re tall but you will not need a chiropacter after viewing one.
One thing that is AMAZING that no one really thinks to tell you is that LA is surrounded by MOUNTAINS! Everywhere you look are mountains. It’s really pretty. And until my friends came recently, I didn’t realize that I could see the Hollywood sign from my block! We live right near Griffith Park where the Hollywood sign lives.
Now onto how long it takes to get places…From my door to the heart of Hollywood it takes about ten or less minutes. Fifteen minutes to West Hollywood. A half hour to Beverly Hills. Fourty five to the ocean. These are all me rounding. A lot of it depends on traffic, when you are trying to get somewhere and on what roadway. Since we live right off Sunset, we typically take it everywhere. This is okay if it is in the middle of the night but if you want to take Sunset on a Saturday night like I did last night to pick Kristyn up from work, it will take you thousands of hours of sitting in club-goer and tourist traffic. But it’s impressive!!! Lots of lights, music, people dressed to the nines walking around…It made me excited to be here all over again.
Now I have lived outside of NY my whole life and anyone who has knows that if you are going to NYC on a Sunday morning at 7am, it will take you 15 minutes to get there because there is no one on the road. BUT if you try to take the Holland or Lincoln Tunnel on a Saturday night, you might as well just turn around and drive the three hours back home because you are NOT getting close to that tunnel without at least one nervous breakdown. It is not that bad here. Everyone talks about LA’s “traffic problem and smog”. I think that LA DOES have a lot of traffic but if you’ve ever spent a frustrating two hours sitting in stand-still traffic on 3, 46, 17, the Parkway or the Turnpike, you smell what I’m stepping in and you are perfectly prepared for LA. It’s annoying, it messes up your plans and is sometimes unpredictable…which is why (try) to leave more than enough time for that crap to happen. It’s the same planning here but way better because everyone’s…get ready for this…NICE! We have not been flipped off or called assholes or anything since we’ve been here. People tend to letcha go…Unlike last year on EASTER when me and Kristyn were headed to my Grandmother’s house for dinner and a family in an SUV tried to run us off the road. A man, his wife and his children got furious with us for merging into his lane coming out of a rest stop on the Parkway. He was far away when we got in the lane but he like sped up and tried to use his SUV to try to get us off the road, the whole time screaming at us to pull over because he is a cop. Um yeah right buddy. A cop would really try to run two girls off the Parkway on Easter for merging into a lane screaming and cursing at us to pull over. And if a cop WERE to do something like that, we are well within our rights to keep going until we get to a gas station or other public lot. So we kept going and he exited the Parkway like a hot minute later, haha.
But yeah, that doesn’t happen here. But what DOES happen is that people drive like they are on a bumper car course. Today, for instance, I saw a car pop a U-ey IN FRONT OF LIKE THREE COP CARS in the middle of Santa Monica Blvd. I saw a girl do a K-turn in her lane in the middle of a very busy road in the middle of the day. People put on their left blinker, make a left and then continue to follow said left into the other lane in front of ONCOMING TRAFFIC. It’s amazing. That crap would NEVER fly in NJ, haha. It just wouldn’t. And if someone pulled a stunt like that, they’d be told what-for by at least three surrounding motorists who’ve been keeping a keen eye out for someone misbehaving to unleash the fury of hell on. There’s be ultra-long honks, someone would get called an idiot (at best), someone’s pudgy middle digit would make a splashy appearance and someone else would make their tires screech to emphasize the drama of the moment. In LA, nah. Even the cops are like, “It’s hot here, I’m sleepy.”
What else, what else…I don’t know. I think that’s it for now. So family and friends, this is where I am. Mom and Dad if you’re reading this, you can find me by taking 80 West to 15 South to 10 West to 101 North. Get off the Rampart Ave Exit, make a left onto Sunset and a right at El Pollo Loco. It’s 3000 miles or so but you can do it in a day with the help of some coffee and methamphetamines (at least that’s what it says on google maps).
Okay, talk to ya later. See you soon!
I am writing this blog because I have something rilly RILLY important I’m SUPPOSED to be writing and can’t get into it. Some of you might notice that the beginning of my blogs always starts out all “Ahh..Um…Well…” and ends “…and THAT is why me and the President had to swap shirts at the party.” That is because my brain is hinky in the sense that it gets too confused when it is starting a new project. Too TOO many ideas start flowing and it’s hard to pick one and move in that direction. I find though that if I start a project suddenly and even aimlessly (even if I’m not ready), my brain gets into gear and goes, “Oh duh this is obviously what we should be doing.” So right now I am writing this blog to get my stubby fingers warmed up to the keyboard and have my brain fire off some thoughts and witty repartee in order to get into what I REALLY need to be doing.
That being said…Things are going really well here in LaLa land so far. I am SO. DAMN. HAPPY. LATELY. I don’t mean to rub that shiz in but I am happy and I don’t care who knows it! I know I’m all nouveau riche LA right now…but I just love this place. It’s like the perfect mix of everything I need in one place. It’s like as if the universe said, “Let us take the contents of Coleen Barr’s head and crap it out onto the planet and we shall call it the City of Angels when we want to seem clever but really we will call it Los Angeles!” It’s a city! By the sea! Near the mountains! Where vegetarian restaurants are aplenty! And pets are not frowned upon! And where for some reason my skin tans without burning or peeling! Where I am somehow able to live for two months without the benefit of income! And Roseanne is on the TV in marathon format every day! IDK, it’s just amazing to me. The one thing that sucks is that our family and friends are not here. The one good thing is that although they are not here, we live in a vacation destination which will likely draw said family and friends TO us and already has…YOU! The OLD ONE! Come closer…closer…clooooser…
And it’s not expensive here, not really. Well that’s not all true I spose. It’s only approximately as expensive to live here as it is in Kearny. Gas, food, electric, hot water, all pretty much the same. The cable and internet are waaay cheaper. There aren’t tolls on the roads all over the place…IDK. Like getting us here was way more expensive than living here. Oh! Speaking of which…I’m going to post exactly how much it cost us to get here, pretty much broken down to the penny as soon as I think of it. Then you can all move here. YOU! THE OLD ONE! Come closer…
Oh yeah and so far here are the celebrities we have seen:
Daisy de la Hoya AKA Daisy of Love
Octomom
Redman
I feel like there is another one but I can’t think of it. And we saw a red carpet yesterday but it turned out to be nada. BUT we finally saw Paparazzi which is something I’ve never seen before. I’ve seen tons of celebs and even red carpets in New York but never once a Paparazzi before. In the last two days we’ve seen two clusterfudges of them. Yippee! For some reason I expected more like…seasoned professionals? Instead it was a bunch of like dudes my age just standing around with DSLRs around their necks. I wonder if I showed up in cargo pants with my DSLR if I am qualified as a Pap?
Whatever. Oh I have another non-what-I-am-sposed-to-be-doing-thing to write that I am going to put in a separate post. Booyah.
Damn she’s good. I lost.
My friends Vanessa and Mike (just got
engaged yay!) and are working on a web series called Handsome Zombies. Mike is a film photographer and Vanessa does still set photography. Anyway, a trailer was just released and it looks awesome and I’m so happy for them and proud of them (and jealous of them). So here it is:
Here is a link to their blog.
Here is a link to Vanessa’s photo blog.
Look at the final credits for Mike’s name (Mike Castaldo)!
Yay guys!
Our friends Kathleen, Cristina, Aleix, Tiffany and Sandra came to visit us this weekend! We had such a great time, thank you guys for coming!! We weren’t able to do everything with them like we wanted but that’s why they’ll just all have to come back…
Anyway, me and Kristyn have been watching Roseanne marathons on Oxygen like whoa. We thought we had every season but the last one on DVD. Turns out there are two whole seasons between the last season and what we have. Aleix and Kathleen are also going through their “Roseanne-times” and so we talked about it at length. Aleix told me about the episode in the clip below and I have never seen this episode!!! Roseanne and Jackie pick up a hitch-hiking riot grrrl, hilarity ensues. God. I. Love. Roseanne. Seriously. Not only is the show beyond hysterical, it’s created, written by and starring a powerhouse fat woman. A powerhouse fat woman who put the first lesbian kiss on air, had frequent gay and lesbian characters, put Patsy and Edina on the show, AND played Bikini Kill. Ugh. Not enough credit. The woman’s a genius.
My Mom always says I’m Becky bc of my ‘tude and my need for perfection. Honestly I can see that but I see a lot of Darlene, Roseanne and Jackie up in this piece as well if you ask me.
Watch this entire clip if you can and don’t be put off by Jenna Elfman’s over the top gum chewing. She gets out of the car pretty soon and the rest of the clip is awesome.
Alone. Nary a plumber to get underfoot. Kristyn went to train for Job #1 at the pet sitting place. And here I am, all alone…*sigh*. I felt like I was sending my kid off to her first day of school. We’ve both been unemployed since the last week in August so our new “normal” has been waking up, eating breakfast, drinking our tea and watching a lil tv before starting our day. Said day usually consists of looking for jobs, running errands, cleaning something, dinner, then primetime tv. It’s not thrilling but this “job training” is definitely a little jarring haha.
And so here I am, lady of leasure, watching the View and writing this. The Duggars were just on, I believe she’s pregnado with her 19th kid? Oh my god. Goodonya lady. I guess it’s good to know what you want in life and go for it…Just amazing though.
Also, we decorated for Halloween yesterday! Finally. I’ve had this on my agenda for like two weeks and it’s not like we didn’t have the time…The part I think we both dreaded was taking the boxes out of the closet. We only just got’m IN there. I think we were both phobic about what mess taking them out again would lead to. But now it’s nice and cozy in here…two decapitated heads swinging noiselessly above the living room couch…a severed hand clutching the drumstick on the drum set for Rock Band, a severed foot on the pedal…(Kristyn’s clever doing)…an animatronic maggot writhing on the record player. Ah home sweet home. Makes me wonder what my Nana is doing right about now.
As of now we still have no plans for Halloween. Halloween in LA is awesome and we have no dinero to take part in it if we wanna feed ourselves. There are TONS of Haunted Houses, Universal Studios is only ten minutes away and Disney is maybe twenty or so…but we have to keep our belts tightened and try not to be sad…
Goo news though! Tiffany, Cristina, Kathleen, Aleix and Sandra are coming this week!!!!! Yaaay! They’re flying in on Thursday and staying until Sunday! Unfortunately Kristyn starts Job #2 (Main Job, Veterinary Office) on Thursday. Hopefully they won’t make her work through most of the weekend. *fingers crossed!* Anyway, we’re gonna go to Griffith Park, Malibu, Pink’s Hot Dogs (we should do that on a weekday bc the line is WAY shorter…we passed it twice on Saturday night, once at 11pm and once at around 1am and the line wrapped around the building both times whereas when I’ve passed it during the day, it’s just long but not like mind-numbingly so), and Knott’s Scary Farms!!!! I’m SO excited to go to Knott’s Scary! We went last year when we were here (it was exactly a year ago a couple of days ago) and had SUCH a great time. So anyway, we’re looking forward to a fun weekend and seeing our friends, good times.
Okay well I’d better get to stepping on imbibing my coffee to give me the energy boost I need to job hunt. Away we go!
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P.S. I am watching the end of “A League of Their Own” and weeping. Awesome.
So it’s 9am and the new plumber’s here. I am on an jerky sleep schedule due to being “in between jobs” and my body is NOT ready to be awake until an hour from now at the very least. I have a lot of faith in this new plumber. He’s young, fresh-faced and sort of Asian. I’ve never had a sort of Asian plumber before and I kinda like it. There were two different plumbers the other day. The first one was polite but seemed like a bullshitter. He tried to pull that “if it’s not happening in front of my face, you must have dreamed it” thing until what I was saying happened in front of his grill. And the second plumber was a nice happy guy who for some reason was here all day and never entered our apartment just the guy next door’s. This guy is done already!!!! Either he’s full of kidinky dust or he’s the maverick I pegged him for (diagnosis: tampons + old plumbing = catastrophe). Upon further inspection methinks my sort of Asian plumber is NOT Asian at all and perhaps Hispanic. A point to the Hispanics! Sorry Asia, so close.
Maybe we can take a shower today…in the actual shower!!! Hurrah!!!
