posted on Tuesday, Mar. 20, 2007 @ 22:54
if you have not read in the miso soup by ryu murikami, i highly recommend it. i'm also halfway through his book coin locker babies, which is pretty interesting so far. there's a movie in the making with val kilmer. can't wait to see what a load of crap that turns out to be...
tonight i went to petsmart to get new name tags for the kitties with our new address. we're moving to laurel woods on fathom circle (creepy, right?) next month, and i'm going to be prepared! i already have movers, we're signing the lease on 3/31, i've given my notice, and tomorrow we're buying a :drumroll please: washer/dryer set. buwahaha! a six-year dream realized.
while we were in petsmart, there was a kid running around continually squeezing a squeak toy for a dog. it was driving me crazy, but i just ignored it. while i'm working on my name tags, the squeaky child appeared with his mother in the check-out. his name was max. how did i know? because she kept calling his name and speaking to him in spanish while he continued to meander and ignore her. i'm guessing he was three.
there was a plastic set of steps (you know, for your vertically-challenged pets) propped against some food bags at the end of the counter with which max was fascinated. eventually he knocked it over and almost fell, so i stepped away from my engraving. i picked up the steps and put them back, telling him, "hey, kid, stop it." he went back to the steps trying to re-prop them back up, and i took them and dropped them flat on the ground in order to make a noise. his mother said something like, "is that bothering you?" i assumed she was speaking to me since she said it in english.
do you know how exceedingly difficult it was for me not to tell her that max needed a muzzle more than her mutt? well, i didn't. i'm trying to reduce the amount of fights i start in public.
when we got home, as the gate to the parking lot is closing these kids come up to it trying to stop it. if there's one thing i hate it's punk adolescents, and these happened to be male punk adolescents (i'd guess around 12, 13) which is way worse. every now and then our gate gets stuck, and i was going to be pissed if i tried to get out in the morning on my way to work and couldn't. i stuck my head out the door and yelled, "the fuck you doing? don't break the gate!" those little shitheads jumped and hauled it in the opposite direction.
i said to owen, "and i didn't even treat them any differently from my own children!"
"yeah, i was just thinking, 'chelsea doesn't need children. she's too busy taking care of everyone else's.'"
this, of course, stirs up my memory of the toddler running around the ryan's parking lot. his whore mother was flirting with some man, jabbering on in spanish, and this boy who couldn't have been older than three ran freely through the parking lot avoiding cars as they drove by. i yelled to the bitch, "hey!" she turned. "yeah, you, you're kid's gonna get hit by a car. he is going to die." she looked put off and then yelled at the child in spanish. this is when jennifer's mother made the charming remark that mexicans just keep having children but don't bother raising them. ah, good times.
this incident happened four years ago. i, at the time a 19-year-old girl, had to point out to a grown woman that her child was in incredible danger. it just drives me mad.
ANYWAY, in better news, as aforementioned owen and i are finally moving out of the flood plains of abbey road. here's the floorplan!
it's got a wood-burning fireplace, which is kinda dumb, but whatever. i like how on the left, the dining room and kitchen are separate. the manager tried to show me a different floorplan that was more "open." i told her i was a traditionalist, which i always love saying considering the amount of metal in my face. i enjoy walls and doors and rooms. i can't stand totally open floorplans. people are crazy.
so this place is 980 square feet. two bedrooms really became a necessity since we're taking raz with us yet tima and janeane hate her. it tears me up that i have to leave bea, but i'm sure she'll be fine. i'm fairly confident others feed her, and after all, she was alive and well when i showed up three years ago. i just hate to think that she'll keep showing up every day thinking we're just on vacation. and then we never show up.
ok, i'm tearing up. moving on. i hired blue whale movers to help with this. they'll be getting the majority of our big stuff: entertainment center, tables, chairs, bookcases, etc. for once i'm utterly excited about moving. when these were originally built in the 80s (old, i know) they were condos, so there's concrete between the walls. the complex is at 100% occupancy at the moment, which seems like a really good sign to us. we walked by our apartment, and it's in a great location on the second floor. we're on a corner because there are only four units per building side (eight units total in a building), and on one side is a huge lawn with trees, the other neighboring houses. there are only two floors, so we won't even have to worry about elephants upstairs.
the pet deposit was only $200, which was utterly shocking. they even have these little heart-shaped magnets that says "pet inside" for your door when maintenance comes. i'm happy for once to have a deck since the kitties will like to go chill out on it. it's a good size, and faces the neighboring homes (which i'm above). i actually won't feel watched out there.
um, well, this is a lot of rambling. i'm being distracted by the "chefography" of sandra lee. despite the fact she's highly irritating to me, i can't help but watch it. so this shit's getting turned off, and i'm going to bed.
<3, chels
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