You know what's pretty much a really shitty way to spend the day/week/what feels like eternity? MOVING. Add like 300x the angst and horror if you're moving in NYC, where it's like, "YAY, who's going to fuck me out of my hard earned scrilla next?" Mr. V and I signed a lease on a new apt last week, and we still don't have a copy of this alleged lease, or keys, or... anything outside of a large fucking HOLE in our checking accounts and an assload of cardboard boxes and, like, general pain and suffering followed by endless apologies and excuses via our very chipper realty lady. MOVING CAN SUCK IT. The only bright spot in this experience thus far was the moment when my man spottted a fuckton of pristine broken down boxes outside the Uniqlo store this weekend, and we swarmed and now have approximately 800 free boxes littering the crap pile formerly known as our place. Do you know how frankly retarded it is, to look back on a long weekend and think, "Ahhh, remember that time we found all those boxes at Uniqlo? That was wonderful." That's just sad.
...So I've decided that the bright spot I'm clinging to in order to preserve some shred of my sanity is that WOOHOO Lily's hardcore set went live and it is HOTTT.
That is all.
xoxo,
V
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my friend got stuck in some crazy moving mission when he moved up to new york. the owner of the apt. didnt have the right documents from the city or something to rent out the place. so my cousin showed up there n had to house hop for a few weeks, oh yeah, right before starting school.
but the realtor biatch was "really sorry".
best of luck !!!