Thursday, October 18, 2007

They're Trying to Kill Me

My job is trying to kill me. Today I had lunch at 7:30PM. Mmmm. On the plus side, eating only 2 meals a day and slowly ripping my hair out, is an effective diet. Stress, it's what's for dinner.

Before work today I went to look at an apartment as I am thinking of moving. The apartment was adorable if tiny. That is until I turned around to inspect the kitchen. I had to do a double take and that's when I realized there was no stove. There was a fridge, plenty of cabinets, the works. When I asked if they were going to install one the woman laughed, said no, and then said that I could get a hot plate. Who the fuck builds an apartment with no stove BUT includes a fireplace? For a brief second of insanity, I considered it, as well, I could install a spit and really enjoy rotisserie chicken.

One day I will live in a city wherein you don't have to make 250k to live in a one bedroom. It's a magical place I dream of, with plentiful and affordale housing, perhaps downwind of a cookie factory. One day...


Lady Player said...

You know, my friend Mikey once moved to a place without a kitchen. Seriously, who does that?

voodoogemini said...

if you don't make it out alive i'll file a wrongful death suit on your behalf, but can i be the beneficiary?