Wednesday, March 31, 2004 Ok, ok, I'm the jackass.
So the plan was for James to come over and hangout for a while. I was gonna run to the store and grab some beer before he came over. As I went to my car I realized that I had left me keys in my apt. Luckly I have a spare key in my wallet. "Oh shit!" That is the sound of me reaching for my wallet, and it not being in my pocket. So on the fifth night of being at my apt. I lock myself out.
I walk to James apt. and call a locksmith. $65 later I am back into my apt. and James is walking over to hangout. We just drank tea.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004 Ladies, line up to my left of make-outs. Guys, line up to my right for high-fives
Well I have moved from the Batcave to the Fortress of Solitude. James and I spent 2 hours cleaning the place before we ever started moving (James Fucking Rocks!). The prior tenant was a chic with a cat and no desire to clean. It really was not that bad, but I didn't want to move into someone else's funk. I wanted a clean slate to lay my own funk upon.
My brother stayed with me this weekend and he was surprisingly helpful. I had a list of what I needed and we went shopping. He was great cause he'd point out stuff and say "you'll need a cookie sheet so you can cook frozen pizzas, and cookies and stuff", or some other helpful object and purpose. Sometimes he would follow that with "you don't want to wait till you need this, to buy it" (as he throws a plunger into the shopping cart). He was on the money most of the time. And I was handing out the money all of the time. Lucky for me, Mike and Christine, James, and Amy (AKA Juicy Fruit) went in together and got me a gift card to Target. Also I was dog sitting these past 4 days so that was a well timed extra $125. I spent almost two hundred dollars on stuff for the apartment. Does that sound right, or is that overboard?
