nerve

hey. i know that over in the about me section over there it says living in the wrigley is working my last nerve. only certain things about living here work my nerves. they're humdingers though. parking around here is a joke. if i have errands to run i have to be home by 3:00 or i'll be parking on eucalyptus and hill. socializing on the weekend is done at one's own peril, and realizing you'll be walking 4 blocks home drunk, or hi, or both. keep in mind i live 2 blocks from a police substation and that they don't have anything better to do than drive around the neighborhood. 


the more irritating situation is the psycho hosebeast that lives in apartment no. 2... and her even more lunatic mother. yeah, the cops have been called. they responded in large numbers. i am 100% positive they will be back. they were just on the lam for a few days and it was the quietest this place has been in the full four months we've lived here. she was making noise about disappearing (like, for good). i hope that's still an option. 


and the place is but wee. really. we had to chuck so much shit when we moved in here. just abandoned several rooms worth of furniture. shit i tried to sell on craigslist and had no luck. well, i sold a sideboard-y looking thing, the fridge and a graphing calculator. but 2 dining tables + chairs, a couch and chair... all kinds of shit. and going through the dregs of my parents' 38 year marriage. but i am free of all that now, and by extension free of him. i will never have enough money to give him any! even if we both had a gig that paid for shit. never. 


but i LOVE it. i live in a for fucking real city for the first time since i was 10. there's thai restaurants AND thai people around here. there's a supermercado 2 blocks from here, and i wouldn't think of buying the fixins for carne asada anywhere else. i don't eat much fast food anymore. mostly cuz i'd have to give up a tits parking spot to go get it. and park on eucalyptus and hill when i got back. lol


the neighborhood is pretty cool. lots of old (for here anyway!) apartment buildings, duplexes and small single family homes. this building was put up in 1928. the ceilings are 10' high. the floors are wood. the walls are lath and plaster and thick. i hear the people on the other side of the building a lot better than i hear the people right around me. and, it stays cooler inside because of those walls and their thermal mass. 


we'll probably move when our lease is up (this place is just too damn small), but i'm staying in long beach.


now, for an unsolicited and totally gratuitous plug... wendell had cisco rewards points he had to use by the 31st of july or lose forever. we ordered a 10" dyson air multiplier. the thing fucking rocks. now, they go for $249. i would never pay that for a fan. but i'll pay the income tax on $249 for it. and it just kicks all conceivable ass. it's small. it has a small footprint. that's huge around here, believe me. and it's way quieter than a bladed fan that puts out that much air. it isn't all choppy like a fan usually is. and it tilts and oscillates. 


lol. the companies that should be paying me are legion.


tomorrow i will share the story of how this blog got its name. nite kids.