Monday, March 31, 2008

My Mother the Landlord

When do you know that it's Time to buy a house and leave the “apartment” scene behind? Is it when you find a baggie full of used needles (presumably Heroine needles) right outside your door? Is it when your upstairs neighbor tells you that her car was keyed the other night? Perhaps when your told that someone is running around letting the air out of peoples tires? Is it when the single mother of 3 across the street has her apartment robbed? Maybe it’s when you count on your fingers how many times you have seen a cop car in the complex in the last two weeks and the answer makes you throw up in your mouth a little bit? (The answer to that is 4, by the way, and I might be exaggerating about the throw up!)
Screaming kids (which I have very little tolerance for), vacuuming in the middle of the night, the total jerk grounds keeper (let’s call him Ron, because that is his name) complaining about day old dog poop on the lawn. Which, I clean up every couple of days and it’s not that big of a deal and he needs to relax and go find a girlfriend or a real job! The fake landlord who pretends that she really likes you, but you know she does not. And thats okay. I dont need her to like me, but I just know she is out to destroy me. Car doors slamming and shutting all night long (probably drug addicts making a “run”).
Last night the girl above us was up at like 12:00amish with music blasting! And I hate to sound old and cranky, but Hello, I have to work in the morning!
Whether its them sneaking in my house and then leaving me a little green note on my door informing me that I’ve just been violated, or the 3” layer of salt laid out in front of my door every time it snows to prevent lawsuits, forcing me to vacuum 3 times a day, my apartment is a horrible place.
I can smoke in the apartment because they have a legal clause that basically states that the neighbors can’t complain about it, but I can’t smoke outside my apartment unless it’s on the patio because you must be 25 feet away from all entrances. (Which by the way, the patio is not 25’ away from the main entrance.)
I want my own house. My own yard, carport or garage. My own space where no one can tell me what to do. Where I wont have two horrible looming parent like figures constantly bossing me around. And where I wont have to fear for my life every time I go to bed.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I want you to have this house. That you will no doubt make into a great home.
Cole

Texie said...

Hah, Cole...did you pull that directly out of a greeting card or was it all you? Love you and thanks for the warm wishes.

Cygnus said...

Reasons to get the house:
- No screaming neighbors of ANY variety
- It's YOURS
- Investment
- No neighbors above you showing you up (don't ask)
- No needles in the front of YOUR house (unless you put them there, in which case . . . wow)
- YOUR HOUSE. YOURS.

Yah . . . get a house, though I'd wait a bit and see if the fed drops the interest rate again.

Texie said...

Oh Chris, you really understand dont you? Well I will have to wait until I have some more money saved up anyway...so. Gotta do somethin bout my sitch