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Friday, April 20, 2012

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 13th. 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?

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Easter!!

Bunny says: 
HAPPY EASTER!!!

Bunny wishes that carrot was a Cadbury Creme egg. But bunny is on a diet. Bunny hates diets.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Things that are Not Okay: Trayvon Martin


Hi guys. As you know, I rarely post about news or serious things. But even though this news story is a bit old, I've been following it for weeks and I want to talk about it. It’s important.

So, let’s have a discussion with myself.


Well, in a nutshell, a 17 year old African American boy named Trayvon Martin was walking to a family member’s home when he was shot and killed by George Zimmerman, self-appointed “neighborhood watch leader.”
Zimmerman claims it was “self defense.”


No, Trayvon was carrying some skittles and a drink from a convenience store.


No. In fact, Zimmerman saw Trayvon while he was still in his car.  He called 911 and the dispatcher told him to stay in his car. He got out and approached Trayvon instead.


Not really, no. Trayvon called his girlfriend and said a guy was following him.  Zimmerman had about 100 pounds on him, so Trayvon was probably intimidated. His girlfriend said that she told Trayvon to run, but he said he was going to walk fast. No one knows exactly what happened after that. 

But even if Trayvon got scared and attacked Zimmerman (unarmed), Zimmerman was the one who got out of the car and approached him. Thus, Zimmerman was the aggressor in this situation - Florida's "Stand Your Ground" laws protect the victim, not the aggressor. Zimmerman cannot follow someone home, get out of his car, approach him, shoot and kill him (whether or not it was during an altercation), and claim it was self defense.

Yes. Just minding his own business.

Yes.


Yes.

I know.


I am too. Do you want to know what’s worse?

The police fucked up the investigation. Zimmerman hasn’t been charged with Trayvon’s killing yet.

Yeah. They didn’t administer any kind of drug/alcohol test to Zimmerman. They didn’t interview Trayvon’s girlfriend right away. They didn’t catch a racial slur on the 911 tape. One report claims they “corrected” a  witness who heard someone yell “Help, help.”

Did I mention that Trayvon was black? I think they assumed he was guilty. Or it would go away quietly.

That’s how I feel. Zimmerman has a prior record (Trayvon doesn’t), and was known for calling the police about (black) kids in the area.
I agree.

It’s awful.

Well, real people can sign this petition. I mean, it’s clear that the case is being investigated now, but it’s still important for people to go “Hey, this isn’t okay.”
I know.

Me too. We can be funny again tomorrow.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Random Doodles.


You ever start doodling without paying attention and seeing what you come up with? I did.

It’s a meatball on a boat. You’re welcome. 

...The weird thing is, I wasn't even drunk when I did this. But seriously, if you haven't been around in a couple of days please check out yesterday's March Madness post, or my wine post from Monday. Please.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Sooo…This is Awwwkward.


Hey guys, remember when I promised Boyfriend would have his contribution to that post done this week? Well, he has something to say. Go ahead, dear.
  
Honey, just tell them.


Flowers, aww!

HEY! 


SERIOUSLY?!?

…okay.
Promise?

NO that’s okay there’s no rush you will get to it when you get to it.  Plus, if the readers want more Mayor Gia then can always check me out on facebook and twitter! I’m sure they'll understand. Right, dear readers?!?!


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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.