So I am officially out of my first Atlanta home, and temporarily sleeping in my friends' living room for the next few nights. I just couldn't be in my empty, lifeless, wall-hanging-less room any longer; plus my friends don't mind me recreating my bedroom in their living room for now so it's not big deal. I just feel like I'm in the home stretch. California feels so close, I can see the mountains now...
I thought I would take this opportunity, while it's still fresh in my mind, to reflect on all the horrible things I hated about my apartment, and why I am so happy to no longer call myself a resident of this hellhole:
1. cockroaches
2. pantry months
3. gnats - this is a new development, where do they come from?
4. only being able to use two appliances at the same time (and the refrigerator always counts as one)
5. no air conditioning
6. no heat
7. old venitlation system that shoots enormous dust-bunnies everywhere
8. my blinds that fall down almost every day
9. a driveway that scratches the bottom of my car
10. a landlady that doesn't give a shit.
Ok, now that that is out of my system I can breath a little easier. Except for the fact that De La Hoya just lost to that punkass Mayweather who doesn't deserve crap no thanks to biased and blind judges. And did anyone else wonder what the hell 50 Cent was doing at the match? I thought he died or something, where has he been? And what kind of racist asshole comes out wearing all Mexico colors and a sombrero to fight a Mexican. What a jerk. No respect for Mayweather. I hope you get your butt handed to you in your next big match. De La Hoya: cut the singing career and focus on kicking Mayweather's ass for the rematch.
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