Hell, Housing and the Houseguest

It's official, our houseguest will be here Friday. The ticket has been bought, there is no turning back now. I have the feeling it will be a great learning experience, I know it will at least be an adjustment. (I'm actually IMing the guy as we speak, heh.)

Friday should be interesting. The hubby is going to pick his buddy up in the morning, come back here and hang out for a short while, then head off to work leaving me and his buddy to entertain ourselves. We haven't seen each other in roughly six years.

I don't think I am going to get a nap that day or any day for the foreseeable future. (Yes, nap. Sooner or later I have to catch up for the lack of sleep during the night time hours, right?) I wonder how much this will affect my blogging. I typically head out into the living room before the hubby wakes up and start typing away. Starting Friday, my living room will be occupied during that time. Last night even, I couldn't sleep and abandoned the effort for the comfort of the couch and early morning television. After Friday, do I just suffer? The hubby needs his sleep for work so I can't be going and waking him up every time I can't sleep, but I don't think I could handle just sitting there in bed listening to him snore because I can't retreat to the living room, sorry baby. I have the feeling I will be pulling out my last resort, some over the counter sleep aids that I got a while back "just in case."

Speaking of our small apartment and not having anywhere to go, we checked out an apartment this morning. Not too shabby, big living room, a dishwasher, linen closets! It's not a townhouse and it's a little run down but no big deal, however I don't think the place has washer and dryer hook-ups or a laundry facility, big downside. I e-mailed them to ask about it, and haven't heard anything back yet. This morning we also called the place that we'd love to get into simply because it has everything we want including an affordable price. No openings yet, but we talked to the guy and he took our name down. There is no official waiting list, but he said he would call us if something opened up. Could be worse, eh?

Our houseguest is going to flame the urgency in which we want to move but he certainly isn't the only kindling we have to deal with. The landlord as I have said, is very unofficial. So unofficial in fact that he set up an area downstairs to rent out. I say area, because it isn't so much as an apartment, as it is a room, with all common areas shared. Shared bathroom, shared kitchen, shared "living areas." Those rooms used to be private music studios but apparently he gave up on that idea and is going for the commune idea. We didn't figure anyone would actually rent it out down there, but apparently people have, and to make matters worse, the landlord has promised them apartments up here. There are two reasons that bothers me. For one, all the apartments up here are full with no one having given notice. And two, that means that the landlord is planning on screwing us again.

For years when there was empty apartments the landlord kept telling us to try and find people who wanted to live here, so when we finally did it was kind of a kick in the gut that he cut us off to let someone else in. We have been playing the "get screwed" game for over two years now. The last time the landlord let in his nephew instead of our buddy who had been waiting for months, he knew he had done it and apologized repeatedly. Apparently he wasn't that sorry if he has plans on doing it again. Don't promise apartments to people if you have already promised it to someone else! Is it really that difficult?

So yeah, now there is grungy guys hanging out at the bottom of our stairs smoking, basically talking about getting our apartment. Have I already said that I want to move? I know that since we are moving, the unofficial politics of this place would better be ignored, but sheesh, it would be nice if our remaining time here in a building that we have called home for nearly seven years, was actually pleasant. No one even knows we are moving yet, why does it feel like we are being pushed out? Hell, that's the main reason we haven't told anyone yet, was to avoid that feeling in the first place.

On a different note, we had a full house last night. Tall and Sassy came over, then two of their friends (which it looks like they only came over because Tall was hooking them up) and then Prissy came over. Sassy is wearing on my nerves. All the time she is basically "pay attention to me!" just without those exact words, usually. She makes Tall drop whatever he is doing so he can come stroke her ego, "yes baby, anything baby" but when he tries to get her attention while she is messing with her cell phone or something, "No! I'm playing a game! Go away!" She's not just playing irritated either, that's all her. She's one of those people who says "I am amazing" and completely believes it, I am not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Anyway, my growing irritation with her is making her voice sound like fingernails on a chalk board. I never wish for couples to break up, even if they ARE wrong for each other, every relationship is a learning situation, even if it isn't together forever, together now still means a lot. So I don't wish that Tall and Sassy break up... but I do wish Tall would fucking man up.

You should be equals in a relationship, you shouldn't have to ask permission to smoke a cigarette, have a drink, hang out with friends or take a shit. There's a difference between being considerate and being whipped. My hubby knows he can go hang out with the guys from work every once in a while, he asks my permission because he wants to, not because I require him to. He could tell me he was going without the whole "asking" formality and it would still be fine. My job in part is to keep this happy little home a place he wants to come home to, and to realize it isn't a personal attack when he wants to do something that I don't. Novel idea isn't it? And it goes both ways. I have been a smoker since before the hubby met me, and though he expresses his wish that I quit, he never once told me that I have to. Being in a relationship isn't about allowing anything, it's about accepting everything. Is Sassy just too young to see it? Or too blond? (I'm talking mentality, not actual hair color.)

I wonder how our houseguest is going to get along with our friends. I have the feeling we'll be sharing some eye rolls in the future. On the other hand, I wonder how our friends are going to respond to our houseguest. What's the best way of saying this without being insulting to anyone out there? Personality wise he is a little on the "shizzy" side of things, at least in comparison to our middle class white as hell friends. I love sociology experiments. Student of the people, eh? I just wait and let the people come to me because I'm too lazy to go out into the world and see them. Hell yes, I'm a stoner and I am proud.

As always, I'm pretty sure I started out with a point to all this but I just lost it somewhere along the way. It's probably hiding somewhere in there, behind all the words, scared of the onslaught of the preverbal dictionary falling upon it. I'm sure it was a good point too, well dressed and well mannered, good hygiene and all. Actually, thinking about it, am I talking about my point or the brain cells I lost during that last bowl? Either way, it's in here somewhere for Blogger to devour and I hope it's a good meal.

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Later 'gator!