new york is baltimore on acid. or speed. no, steroids.
little hilary is on her way to new york right now for her first job interview. i, dear readers, haven't yet gotten a job interview and i've started to sweat. apparently none of the 30 or so resumes i've sent out have met a single qualification. i mean, i know it's really difficult to pick up the phone and say "good morning, thank you for calling dunder-mifflin paper products, how may i direct your call?" but c'mon. i have a masters degree. i can probably figure it out.
"good morning, thank you for calling dunder-mifflin paper products, how may i direct your call?"
see, it's easy as that.
anyway, hilary's on her way to new york. while she's up there she's doing the first round of apartment hunting. god bless her, i've completely put her in charge of finding us an apartment. though this may sound incredibly lazy on my part, which i suppose it is, let me explain: hilary's lived in three apartments in baltimore. each place she's lived, she's paid less than i do and had roughly three times the space. her first two apartments both had in-unit washer/dryers and dishwashers. for those of you who don't live in the inner-city (because, let's face it, all of downtown baltimore is pretty much the inner-city), that's a big deal. my apartment, for instance, doesn't have either of these things. frankly, i'm lucky that my apartment has heat. or windows. and i pay more than hilster does. for this reason, hilary's on the apartment hunt. and, lemme tell you, the bitch is on it. of all the things i'm worried about concerning this move, finding a place to live in the city is not high on the list.
so, she's looking at a place in washington heights today, and maybe another in lower harlem. i told her, quite seriously, that if she sees something good to put down a deposit. today. i don't need to see the place. i don't need to make sure my bedroom is going to be big enough. if she finds a place on manhattan that's nice for under 2k a month she has to grab it. and so she will.
god speed, little hilary, on thy quest.
5 Comments:
windows? more like wind-ows. oh ho! zing!
god in heaven.
wait! you have windows? where? oh, the ones w/the bars over them :-)
well unfortunately those ammenities didn't come with this apartment, which could be why the dishes pile up for a week and her "drying clothes" are still hanging up a month later
'sok, still lova ya hilpie!! haha
what ratface means to say is, i cook all her meals and buy most of the food for them. so she can do the fucking dishes.
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