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Right...so I wake up around 9:30. I needed to go give Jules her pain medicine (she got fixed on Wednesday). This freakin cat had the trashcan on the floor and totally demolished the chicken I had attempted to eat last night. I wanted to scream. And then had apparantly gotten on the counter and tore up the bag that had some wet cat food in it, and it was all over the floor too. And then I noticed that there is pee in the litter box but no poo. So I was on my way to search the apartment to find where the cat is poo-ing, and my sister calls. Here's how it goes:
Pink: Uh...you gotta come home now! By the way you are off today...but come home!!!
Sig: Ohh, ok. Why??!
Pink: Well um...the basement flooded.
(fyi - i LIVE in the basement. As in my couches, living room stuff..my closet, my whole bedroom).
Sig: What!!
Pink: Yeah, the basement flooded! Sorry [Sig], but it's pretty bad.
Sig: What do you mean by bad (at this point I'm holding the phone with one hand and getting dressed with the other). Wait..oh shit, how much shit did I have on the floor!!
Pink: Well, it's like 3 inches of water.
Sig: Shit...I'm on my way.
**Then I call City**
Sig: Baby, I've gotta go home. My basement flooded!!
City: What?! Well ok. Call me and let me know how it is.
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Call you and let you know how it is? Really?! THANKS BABE!
Whatever. So I get home, and yes indeed-ie....3 inches of water. Can I explain how much I so am not in the mood for this? So, oddly enough, the basement is kinda on this slope. So if I open the basement door (which is in my bedroom) - water goes out the door. But the problem was...the drain outside the door does two things...it drains slowly and it rained so hard and long last night (well it's still actually raining) - that the water just flowed into the house. So we had to open the door, let just a little water out, and then close the door. It was a long processes.
My sister called the landlord, and he sent some people over here to do whatever the hell it is they do (they are still here). Oh, right....can I say that we haven't paid the rent yet, b/c I've been a tad bit depressed and spent a WHOLE lot of money on just crazy things (like $90 at Godiva Chocolate....and loved every second of it). But I don't even care.
I'm ok/glad that someone else is taking care of the water-in-the-basement ordeal. Had this been, I don't know, like my own house that I owned...I'd have just thrown everything out. I don't know..I just don't deal well with stuff like that...it's just too damn stressful. I just don't deal well ::shrug::
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So last night...City and I went to my old-girlfriends house (that I know from when I lived in Greece). Right...so I don't know how to really navigate Dupont Circle...sue me! I see the street we are supposed to be on (Connecticut Ave, NW) - and I say "there!!". He yells that I said "there", without saying 'left' or 'right'. Ahhhh!!!!
Pissed, so I just sat back, didn't say isht. HE swears that if we jumped on 27th St, we'd get to Connecticut Ave. Um, I knew that...but since I can't say 'left' or 'right'....I didn't say a word.
We uckfing drove for about an hour, before I said "ok, do you want me to show you how to get there now". He was sooooooo mad at me. Anyway, something that should have taken an hour TOTAL, took us about...3 hours. Pissed. Hungry as hell. Whatever.
Then we got home, I gave Jules his pain meds...and then her eyes did something funny. One eye was HUGE, the other, a small slit. Irritated. City was just like "the cat is fine". Umkay....if I get home and that cat is dead..he WILL buy me a $200 cat. Two of them!
I was mad, so I slept on the couch (well I tried to play slick). He went to bed at 11pm, I wasn't sleepy. So I stayed out there. Right...at 1:53am, he came out and got me.
City is hilarious.
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Well I'm done. Me and Marbles (my funny colored cat) are going to take a nap! Glee
Take that pound. #
Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009