2005-12-08 - 7:19 p.m. - roommates from hell, and other fun things

I AM WIRED, ONCE AGAIN!

my dad rocked up to my apartment in san francisco with a dinosaur laptop to donate to my broke-ass cause. after the initial shock wore off, I hopped the muni metro train downtown and bought a wireless card, and now, the blondefox is in business.

and it feels soooo good. I've been watching strongbad nonstop and licking the screen a lot. it's messy. but it's my damn computer. especially now, since I've removed all of the porno sites from my dad's bookmarks. (ew.)

so. where to even begin?

a little over a year ago, I started hanging out in san francisco on weekends, gallavanting around in the throes of my very own disco revolution. I was completely starry-eyed, dazzled and enthralled with all of the bright lights, new people, and beautiful landscape. all I could see was excitement and opportunity, and of course, there was a boy. not to mention that I was finally in an environment where I wasn't "that chick who had cancer". I fell deeply in love with the city by the bay, and woke up one morning with the staunch conviction that I would do whatever it took to move there and reinvent my reality.

5 months of couch surfing at lindsay's house later, I scored a perfect little room in a flat in hayes valley. linds was thrilled to have me in closer proximity, but I still suspect that she was actually more excited at the prospect of not having to listen to me snore every night. (who could blame her?)

I moved in on april 1st with a couple of friends and a midwestern dude named evan. the girls were eve and leeza, (aka, the angry german), and we nicknamed the house the crunk station. and crunk it was. save for evan moping around the house avoiding eye contact and making that weird macaroni and cheese that comes with a packet of fluorescent orange primordial ooze on a nightly basis. eve was a lovely girl with a tough streak from her upbringing in brooklyn. she spent my first months there trying to embed city savvy in my brain, teaching me how to pay bills (mostly on time) and thus garnered the nickname "house mom". she's since left the crunk station for the big apple again, and I must admit I miss her. she would always run around the apartment in her underwear with a tub of large curd cottage cheese, yelling about mostly inane things that could just as well have been addressed in classroom voices. it sounds a tad strange now, but it was entirely endearing. leeza and I, on the other hand, quickly discovered that we were not human beings who meshed well in a living situation, and spent most of our time on the homefront in a battle of epic proportions to see if one could annoy the other one to the point of finding a new place to live. one of the things that really chafed my hide was the fact that jona thought that if the food was in the kitchen, that someone must've bought it expressly with the intention of inviting her to consume it to aid in the steady widening of her ass. it got to the point that I had to put little gobs of green hummus in my butter that appeared to be mold to try and keep her from hoovering it all. she ate it anyway.

about a week ago, leeza finally cracked under pressure and left for friendlier pastures. [read: the tenderloin.] as one final and clever passive aggressive middle finger, she made off with the couch, the tv, and some chairs, but she did leave us some furnishings. stuff like, let's see, a broken fishing rod, a mural on the wall that says AIDs all over it, two festering sinks full of dirty dishes, a teenage mutant ninja turtles skateboard, a moldy bed frame and betta fish that could be best described as "partially alive". also, an unpaid pg&e bill and a clogged toilet. so, she had some sort of a last laugh, but I've been unable to stop skipping though the hallway past her old room and knowing that she's not in there making little felt christina voodoo dolls.

now with the nazi roommate out of my hair, I live with three average joe type guys. they're fairly quiet, fairly clean, and fall right in league with my minor-league alcoholism. and josh has a freakishly cool 30 pound cat that barks. everything's coming up roses save for the fact that my only source of income right now is DJing, and I'm flailing all over the place financially. in the past 8 months here, I've had some pressing times, and as a direct result have had to get really creative with ramen. (think chow mein, lasagna, etc.)

I just wrote out new crunk station rules. is there anything I'm forgetting?

1. if your dishes start molding in the sink, flogging will commence.
2. house guests pay rent after 4th day.
3. if you use the last of the t.p., please replace!
3a. seat down for the ladies.
4.no looking at porn on christina's laptop. (that's what the apple store is for.)
5. if the trash is spewing out onto the floor, take it out.
6. no boning in the pantry.
7. meet your drug dealers at the corner store.
8. play nice. don't damage yourself/each other.
9. pet josh's pussy, but never feed it.

anyhow, I've got to go get ready to go out and have some thursday night fun. the sonomans are invading the frisk and I've got some pastimes to reminisce about. I'll write more soon, there's so much to tell!

god it feels good to have a computer.

*christina*