The Joys of Living Alone

Okay, so as I may have mentioned (or can’t shut up about), I finally moved into my own apartment. I bet you’re wondering how it is.

It is the bomb diggity.

Do you know what I love about it? The freedom.

The freedom to take off my bra immediately after work and sit braless for the rest of the evening without worrying about other people around.

The freedom to keep peanut butter in my food cabinet without worrying about others eating it.

(Seriously I used to have to hide my peanut butter.)

The freedom to keep the thermostat exactly how I want it. 

Though, I need to make exceptions for visitors:

The freedom to go into the kitchen in my underwear.

Really, this one is more for Boyfriend than me.

Seriously though, I love it. Going to work is such a drag now – I wish I could become a full time professional hermit.

Boyfriend is My Hero

So, I moved! YAAAAY! It was stressful (as all moves are), but I’m super happy to be in my new apartment. I’ll post more about it later. Right now, I’m having an issue.

A few weeks ago, I made an appointment for the cable/internet company to come hook me up the Tuesday after I moved – so I’d only be without internet for a day or so. Which is good, because not having internet makes me shaky.

So, whilst I was mid move, I got a phone call. You may see where this is going.

That’s right, I’m not getting the cable/internet I ordered for THREE WEEKS.

Horrible, right?! Like seriously, wtf am I supposed to do. I can live without tv, but NOT internet.  I’d seriously have to set up shop in a café after work every day.

Anyway, Boyfriend came over on Monday to check out the new place and talk me down from this internet issue. I showed him that all of my untrusting neighbors had password protected their connections.

People these days! No one trusts anyone.

[In case you’re wondering, yes, I will be password protecting my internet connection. I pay a lot of money for it! Shut up.]

The only unpassword protected accounts were the “hotspots” and I didn’t have an account with any of them.

And then he went from this:

To this:

WOOOHOOOO! So, I have shaky internet access. Really shaky. Like, I can’t stream videos in my bedroom, but I can do it from the living room.

In Bedroom

Yeah, we’re watching game of thrones.

In living room.

It still froze a few times. Boyfriend and I are gonna have to watch a lot of redbox for the next few weeks.

So, yeah. Better than nothing. If I’m not commenting as much on your blog (or posting as much), don’t be offended/upset. The internet periodically craps out completely, and then I’ll get shaky connections only in certain places in my apartment.  As I was trying to put this up, I had to switch rooms twice. The universe is trying to test my patience. It’s not going great.

MOVING DAY!

Hi all! I'm moving today, and I don't get internet installed until tomorrow. It's possible I'll be able to steal the neighbor's internet. But if not, I'll hopefully be hooked up tomorrow!

Hey you know what’s hard? Packing.

Also, I'm not so good at labeling.

Attic Squeaking

So, I’m moving this weekend, away from craptastic apartment with all its problems. Of course, the apartment has to get me one more time before I go. Now, it’s this squeaking noise I hear by my closet, where the door to the attic is.

  

I’ve decided it must be one of the following:

1. Filled with mice

2. Filled with rats

They look like bigger mice, right?

3. Shoddy piping

...I wouldn't be able to see that.

4. Filled with birds

Argh. Birds and their motherfucking chirping.

5. Filled with bats. Do bats squeak?

I think they do. 

6. Filled with demons

 Assholes. 

That last one seems more likely. Boyfriend told me to open the closet door. I said NO FUCKING WAY until all my stuff is out of the closet and I have running shoes on and a baseball bat to beat away all the things that could come attack me. Shudder.

My Apartment is Trying to Kill Me

Remember when my appliances were against me? Well, the air conditioner is broken again:

It’s making me ridiculously hot and pissy. But that’s actually not what this post is about. It’s more about the wonky electricity:

  

So, last Friday was Friday the 13^th. DUN DUN DA DUNNNNNN. What happened? Well, Boyfriend and I were hanging out in the living room.

Typical date night. 

And roommate was cooking in the kitchen.

When all of a sudden:

Living room.

Kitchen

Luckily, we had enough electronics in order to light the apartment enough to check the circuit breaker. It was fine. I called the landlord, who said we could try to get someone to come by that night, or she’d come over the next day (for your information, landlord is NOT an electrician and would be totally useless in the apartment).

And that’s how we got an electrician to come over and fix our circuit breaker at 9pm on a Friday night.

But seriously. Is it time to move yet?

Apartment Hunting Sucks.

Ugh. As you may recall from the other week, I’m slightly depressed about my predicament, where apartment hunting is kind of like this:

 My mom came to visit last week, and we checked out some apartments together.

It did NOT go well. Let me illustrate this to you in chart form.

Or maybe you’d rather see it this way:

Eventually it became like this:

I saw Boyfriend, and he tried to comfort me. Kind of:

I really do not want a roommate.

Yes, I let Boyfriend keep his testicles. Needless to say, I’m still looking for somewhere to live. Yes, it’s stressful. Sigh.