I moved!

Moving is one the things I hate to do most in the whole wide world. (Doesn't everybody?) But this time, for the first time, we hired movers!!! The best thing in the world. These dudes were ripped, and it took them 2 hours to move all of A and my stuff out of a third floor walk up 3 miles to our brand new one bedroom fourth floor walk up. It would have taken us like 10 hours. I was amazed. I still carried a lot and my whole body hurts today, but damn those guys were great. Anyway, no more roomates!! No more psychotic neighbors screaming and breaking things! (at least not so far). Now we get to listen to merengue and reggeaton (which I love) and get cheap Presidente beer on the corner (my all time fave beer) and talk with the adorable Dominican old ladies that live in the building. The new 'hood isn't as pretty as Clinton Hill was (no trees, no brownstones) but the vibe feels more jovial and I feel more welcome than I did there. Our apt. is "cozy" but we'll make it work. The most annoying thing is that there is no sink in the bathroom, but I'll adapt. There is really good light, all the rooms have windows, we can hang our art wherever we want, hang out in our underwear, and most importantly no PMFs!!!

Speaking of, I just learned something new. These little PMF bastards all have trust funds! A ha! I thought their parents were just sending them money cuz they were depressed or whatever, but it is likely these losers have NEVER had jobs. Maybe in a coffee shop or record store in college, for the social circle apect of jobs like that, but they didn't NEED to have these jobs. ugh, I'm gagging. Anyway, I'm sure I will continue to be haunted by PMFs for a long time, but at least they can't come in my house anymore. woo hoo!!!