wow....what a day....beautiful day for the beach in new york city....and what am i doing at noon....

hmmm, let's see, around 7 a.m. i still had not fallen asleep. damned insomnia, even with a freakin' pill, wide awake, skin crawling since i'm so tired....AGAIN.

got up and decided if the landlord couldn't honor his promise to send the exterminator last weekend (i waited since the prior monday when i called and explained my problem, which i won't bore you, or gore you with, but suffice to know it's one of those things that leaves me feeling like something is always trying to crawl on me....) now it's two weeks ago, he promised me a visit from the exterminator on saturday. i sat here patiently all weekend, i even got up and answered the buzzer from the street, which by the way, doesn't work in my apartment....sure i can hear it. it scares the life out of me and i never answer it since i'm never expecting anyone or anything to be delivered. this is nyc....harlem even, like i'm going to be the one who let's in a mass murderer....especially since i'm generally locked in here 24/7. anyway, i opened the door. it was someone with fliers. ass. exterminator didn't come. didn't call landlord. didn't pay rent. lawyers told me not to. i assumed they spoke with him, since he hasn't harrassed me this month beyond delivery of my rent notice...how many people honestly don't know they owe rent on the first of the month? i find it so much more than irritating just having that reminder, even if that's the law....i know when the rent's due....i just have issue with paying it....not that i can't. i just won't anymore. in fact, this morning i've decided i'm going to start looking for a new apartment. yeah, i know, i just moved....i love the apartment....except i hate the creature comforts it comes with...and i do mean creatures....

so it's noon. i've fumigated and left the place for a few hours while i went across to the laundry AGAIN and did 11 loads of laundry. what an ass-pain. and a sucky added expense. that's like $40 which i have been doing every week or two depending on how often and how effective "fumigation - the home game" has been. apparantly today was not a success. i came in and vaccuumed up two filters full of death and gore...but something is definitely hopping around. given the thorough mopping and vaccuuming i gave it in here, it can not be dust....is that even remotely possible? i just wet mopped the entire freakin' place....

lucky for me, i had just bought tall kitchen trash bags....so as each of the 11 loads of stuff was dry, i folded it oh so neatly....it's my hobby....that and washing dishes....yes, i make a very good house frau....except in order to keep my clothing from being reinfested before the fumigation happens for real...everything is sealed up in trash bags to suffocate any fuckers that find their way in....now even my housedress is unreachable....and of course the simple sequin number i wore to do the laundry, with the stylish aunt jemima babushka on my head, are both riddled with sweat and unsuitable to wear for after church...it was a little daring to go with sequins so early, but i thought maybe i could pull of the "walk of shame with laundry" look....you know, i must have carried it with me when i went out last night and was just dragging home....goodness knows, dragging is now an understatement.....

so, i debugged, or so i thought. then laundered and vacuum packed my belongings....so when i got done and needed to shower, i decided, all the towels are clean...and on the bottom...of course....FUCK IT.....i had a new role of bounty....they sure as shit are the quicker picker uppers....i only used 8 of them....and now, they're hanging over the towel bar, still a single row and i'm going to test them to see how many showers they will last thru....after all, it's only the clean water i'm using it for....right?

and how's your sunday? if you thought life was all glitz and glamour up here in spa-ha, well no.....HA-HA-HA-HARLEM is just not that happening today....oh, we did have a big bang earlier...i missed it somehow, but saw it on the news as i was folding each shirt, sock and piece of outerwear with love....seems there was an explosion in a brownstone right on 119th street....and that's the street that i live next too (i'm between 118 and 119 on first avenue)....an illegal restaurant that had a thriving clientel, atleast before the explosion blew the front of the building out around 7:30am....i think i'll set off more poison and go search out hte explosion instead of breathing it again....

later gators.....