I will now provide you with a little insight on apartment hunting in NYC.
and specifically, why it is a crock of shit.
In Michigan, my brother lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with a pool and brand new appliances, etc. etc. for $600/month. And that is not 600 each. That means the rent is $600 total a month.
Here's a picture of what you could have for a 2BR for $800 in New York:
they called it the 'fixer upper' apartment.
charming.
Here's one that baffles me to no end.
A 2BR for $1650 in the 'low 90s' on the Upper East Side.
They actually posted this stunning picture of the apartment:
Where do I sign?
And does it include the tea kettle?
On a final note. It's the Dominican Republic Parade/Pride day.
One can only imagine my excitement.
As if it's not difficult enough to sleep on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday of the week in my neighboorhood, I'm sure tonight will just be off the heezy.
And since calling in noise violations obviously doesn't work, I've resorted to my own personal passive-aggessive method: it involves blaring my Borat CD on my stereo in my bedroom and turning the NSync "No Strings Attached" CD on in my DVD player in my living room and putting it on as high as it can go without busting the television speakers.
So far, nothing has happened as a result. It just gives me more hearing loss.
You would think people woudn't blast their music at least on weekday nights, but seeing as how not many people seem to be employed around here and the babies never sleep because they're usually working long shifts dealing drugs, I don't get too much shut eye.
F. I gotta get out of this 'hood.
Anyway,
I gotta go figure out what the hell is clanking around in my steam pipe . . . hopefully it's not the Rat King Conference of America's Annual Meeting.
But if it was, I'd immediately tell Casey all her dreams came true.
UNT.
