It’s a sad, sad, sad, world….

So we all know the religious right has infiltrated the government, putting god before science, and putting their god's laws on our bodies. However, it doesn't get much more disgusting than blocking the hpv vaccine because it might encourage young girls to have premarital sex.

*blink* *blink*

Unfuckingbelievable.

05.27.06 10:40am(3 comments)

*squeak*squeak*squeak*squeak*

When I first moved into my place, my upstairs neighbor was never home, and when he was home, he was really really quiet. It was great - peace and quiet. Then that guy moved out and a girl moved in. She was a little louder, but not by much and I was still able to sustain sanity.

Well - she either recently got a boyfriend / fuck buddy / has picked up a penchant for moaning and jumping on the bed. And she likes to do it at around 1am, when I am sleeping, or at least trying to sleep.

And a little thudding on the wall is to be expected and is perfectly acceptable, but this is rediculous. It sounds like the ceiling is going to cave in. I'm glad that she's got a healthy love life now, but I would prefer it if she saved her loud romps for the times when I'm not trying to dream DIRECTLY BELOW HER.

While the upstairs neighbors have loud-poundy-around sex at 1 am, Tom and I are often plotting their demise. But really, I'm at a loss as to what to do. We're leaving in a month, so I don't want to create a big stir, but I DO WANT TO SLEEP AT NIGHT. We've thought about going up there and knocking on the door, but they're not going to answer. We could buzz the door downstairs, but I don't even know if that would stop them. What to do? Leave them a note?

Dear neighbor,

I'm pleased to discover your newly found and might I add healthy love life. However, whenever you fuck your boyfriend it sounds like my ceiling is going to crash down on me. Since you like to have sex at one in the morning, I'm usually also trying to sleep in my bedroom, which is directly below where you threaten the structure of our building on a bi-nightly basis. I would be more than happy to share my can of WD-40 with you so that you can fix that nasty squeek in your bed as well as to offer you a throw pillow, or perhaps a rug to dampen the noise of your wild monkey lovin'. Would it be possible to change your schedule to enjoy the niceties of some afternoon delight? I mean, really, does the earth need to move so often and so late at night?

While I understand it might be kind of strange to consider your neighbor during the throwes of passion, please heed my plea and take it easy, if not for me, but for your genitals and furniture. It sounds like you're on the verge of breaking something.

Next time I'm calling the cops.

xoxo,

Kristy

05.23.06 5:14pm(5 comments)

A little randomness

Let me tell you, I love, love, LOVE Raggaeton. The beat of this music serves as the heartbeat of my neighborhood, and I used to be offput by it at first, hearing it when I was enjoying my peace and quiet. But lately, I just can't get enough of it. It is *so* catchy and it makes me want to shake my booty, so along with desi jams, there should exist enough music for sufficient booty shaking. I mean, I've always liked latin music, but this stuff is really outstanding. But I can't understand a damn thing they're saying. I could be droppin' it like it's hot to a tune that says "I hate whitey and I'm going to kill your mother." Well - I doubt that, but you get my idea. I'm sure if I understood something aside from corezon, I'd enjoy the songs much more... Anyway, ME GUSTA RAGGAETON!

Lo siento.

In other news, I'm starting to excersize a lot more. Me gusta Turbo Jams which is like a cross between jock rock booty dancing and kick boxing. I did it for the first time last thursday and my abs hurt until saturday. Ay! I've been doing a little ddr in between to give my abs a break. Between those two and walking the dogs, hopefully I'll be able to slim the booty down to aid in dancing to raggaeton and desi jams. Because, you know, you gotta have goals :)

05.22.06 7:49am(2 comments)

Apartment, sweet Apartment

It's *really* close to the library, which is really close to a park, which is really close to the south end of lincoln square. It sits between two train stations and is also within walking distance of many bars and restaraunts, including our favorite sushi place, tank. Also not far away are cafes and cool coffee shops, book and record stores, a knitting store, an art center and other shops. Unfortunately, this neighborhood has a starbucks, potbelly, and cold stone creamery, but it hasn't totally sold out yet, so we'll just ignore all that.

The apartment itself is awesome. It's a two bedroom, with a shload of closet space (seriously, this place is bursting with closets). Although we had our choice of a 1st floor and a 3rd floor apt, similarly appointed, we chose the 3rd floor for the lack of people upstairs and the excellent light that comes in. The kitchen is a little bigger than the one we currently have and better laid out (also with a dishwasher, which was a make it or break it item). There's a little fire escape type porch, a grill and a picnic table downstairs, storage and laundry in the basement. Most importantly, this space will be large enough for us to invite other people over for parties and whatnots. It doesn't have a dining room, but we could either put a permanent table in the 2nd bedroom office or get a folding table to put in the middle of the living room that we could put a table cloth over for a dinner party.

One of the really nice things about this place is that the heat is included. It doesn't have central air, but for the good price that we're getting, the great place, and the well appointed apartment, I have no problem buying a few window units. Oh, and it's of course, pet friendly.

The landlord is a small development company that has about 65 units total and the guy we've been dealing with is great - a real landlord 'you could drink a beer with,' which is apparently very important in this country. The first time I saw the apartment (Tom was at work), this guy and I were talking about podcasts, computers, basecamp and backpack, and generally geeking out. I was sold. Other than that, they keep the common areas clean, and are incredibly friendly as far as landlords go.

Tom and I are going to miss our little neighborhood, but really it's not that far away from where we're moving to. We won't have to give up that guatamalan breakfast, the pagan grocery store, and we'll still buy all of our pet stuff at our current pet shop.

So, needless to say I'm excited. :)

05.10.06 7:27am(7 comments)

Misty water-colored memories

Let me tell you the story of the first time I realized people were laughing at me and not with me.

So when I was a kid, I was pretty much an outcast. I had any number of things other kids could pick on as a fat, buck toothed (one of my front teeth was dead and grey), jehovah's witness ('Here Kristy, while the other kids are having a holiday / birthday party, watching movies and eating cupcakes, why don't you go sit in the office and do your homework"), daughter of an unmarried, single mother, and with glasses. At one point, I even had a mullet. Yes, I know. It could've been much worse (and I realize that - I have a loving family and was well provided for), but for me it wasn't all that great either and I did what I could to get by. Needless to say, I suffered much the wrath of other children.

At one point, some of the more popular kids on the playground started to talk to me and I was overjoyed. We would dance and sing and then laugh and laugh. This went on for awhile until one of the few popular kids (you know, the one that is skinny, smart, beautiful and genuinely nice to everyone but then grows up to be a prostitute with an eating disorder) who actually talked to me once in awhile clued me in. What was really happening was a game of "lets see how dumb Kristy looks when we ask her to do something and she actually does it." I was skeptical at first, but after a few more interactions with the other popular kids, I realized that none of them were dancing and singing. Just laughing. At me.

Naturally I was crushed, but eventually I got over it and did my best to stay away from the popular kids throughout the years. This would come back to haunt me because at my school, the intersection between popular kids and smart kids was pretty large. Thank god for band, or I would have had no friends in high school.

Now this is a sad story, as these sorts of realizations in one's childhood usually go, but what is really bugging me is that I came to be almost in a similar situation today. Thankfully, now that I am older and wiser, I was able to identify and redirect the situation without much ado. But still, I couldn't believe it - this happening again. With adults this time. With people who generally have well functioning consciences.

That's what I get for hangin out with the popular kids...

05.04.06 2:25pm(16 comments)