Of Mice and Men

Last weeks have been absolute ass.

How’s that for an introduction?

Allow me to elaborate: Not only is it 38ºC with at least another month of hellish summer ahead of me, but thanks to my brothers’ clever negotiation skills with our landlord, I had to move all my stuff to another apartment that is not only more expensive and farther from the nearest subway station, but also crappier and worst-furnished than the one we were at. Besides, even though we have the third largest telecom company in the world, I still couldn’t keep my old phone number and now I have to wait 30 days to get a phone line, plus another 30 to get a DSL install.

The prospect of living through August, when we get off work at 15h00, without internet makes me a very angry camper. Not only that, but thinking that we could’ve avoided all this by simply saying “No, I will not move until september” makes it all worse. At least something good came out of it: as of next year, I’ll be living alone. So yeah, go me.

Moving also brought a lot of things into perspective, like noticing that we actually had a kick-ass fruit stand next to our flat. I’m addicted to sugar, and I absolutely love fruit, and I realized just how good my fruit-stand was when I discovered that the fruit shop that sells fruit to the Royal Family is just down by my office, and after spending like 20€ too much on assorted fruits, I was duly unimpressed. Not only that, but actually becoming a “regular” somewhere always has its benefits, even if it just means “Take some grapes, they’re delicious” and “I would stay away from the watermelon today”.

Other than that, I’m already gearing up for my September vacations. I will most likely stay away from wherever you are, and visit somebody else (like, not you) just to piss you off. So yeah, I would start bitching about me not coming to visit you right now. I might still be in time to not do anything about it.

Comments

  1. edipa wrote:

    joder! ALvarete, that last paragraph was too cryptical… but I just was thinking: hey if august is so crapy why don´t you come to Italy!

    Here it´s not so hot, we have internet and room…

    I don´t know, please don´t be mean! I fucking miss you!

  2. nashira wrote:

    Always an attention whore, our friend… Don’t you think, edipa?

    ;)

    Ok, will I be happy to not see you, too?

    Now, about that candy addiction you talk about, and the fruit issue, here’s an interesting note on Science Daily. Turns out they’re related.

  3. Jose Dager wrote:

    Don’t you like bananas?…hahhaha

  4. ChaseRansom wrote:

    This is where I indirectly thumb my nose in most people’s direction by saying the following: I have already made arrangements to take the week off in September, I will not delay to contact all the bitches and ho’s to be prepared for your arrival, and I did already mention your trip to Ramon so we can have all the coke and qualudes we will need during your stay.

    This time around are we doing Roll Bounce or Block Party again? Go for broke and do both? I am also doing my best to schedule your regulation hurricane event during the time of your stay.

    Without more to report (aside from an equally hot and crappy climate),

    POW!

  5. edipa wrote:

    I see a problem here, Nashira is right… I´m not falling in the attention whore game…

    anyway you know, you can come when you want, but you HAVE to come…

    the fruit stand indeed rocks!

  6. LUIJALBERTO wrote:

    Mandame tu direccion, caremberga.

    Un embrazo.

  7. alvarete wrote:

    “The take-home message here is that if you are a self-identified sweet lover, try to replace a few sugary snacks with more healthful sweet snacks that are packed with nutrients, not just sugar and calories,” said Lona Sandon, a spokeswoman for the American Dietetic Association.

    She wasn’t involved in the study

    Talk about “We’ll quote you, but we’ll make it fucking clear that you were not involved in our study”…

  8. edipa wrote:

    oye pero confirma a donde es que vas en septiembre!

  9. Chase Ransom wrote:

    I vote you keep it a secret

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *

*

*