I was so fucking jazzed about this apartment, but I had to give notice, I can’t stand it anymore.
Over the weekend I came down with a nasty bug and I totally snapped with the noise upstairs. I was at the top of my loft stairs, holding a broom, crying. But I couldn’t do it, because it felt too passive aggressive. So, I emailed the manager and gave my notice.
The last thing I want to do is look for a new place. And I thought this place was going to be perfect, but I signed up to live in an “artist community” (if you can call fucking around on your computer making ding dong noises and thumps “art”—and I am a lover of electronic music) not a goddamned college dorm.