I am a You life of discerning tastes. And when it comes to decorating my abode I like to pick only the most special of prized finds to accompany the dust bunnies and tumbleweeds of cat hair
scientific illustration of cat tumbleweeds
So when I saw this, I knew it had to come live with me, and that weird mold that has started growing in my refrigerator, immediately.
A flying cat/dog with a basketball on its ass
Welcome home.
It’s high time for an anniversary edition of You Life, but since this just occurred to me and I missed the date by four months I guess this is just a retrospect.
You Life started with an instructional guide on how to devastate some PBRs and then paint a kitchen table. Memories
And to celebrate that momentous occasion in the old apartment I’ve unearthed some gems
That is an omnipresent specter presiding over the battle of zombies vs unicorns
The glory that was the kitchen – with the masterpiece center stage
A better view of the unicorn side, before the 6th grade notebook tagging joined the battle
Clear view of the zombie side. That zombie has a bloody unicorn tail in his palm
But I feel strongly that the unicorns prevailed
Happy anniversary, You Life!
I totally have. I got all naked, and soapy, and wet with….
My dishes!
Because my sink is clogged and I promised myself that I would wash my dishes by hell or high water. Instead, I forgot about them. So, we all ended up showering together once my hair began to smell offensive.
Happy Friday.
Filed under apartment, going green, horrifying
As far as I know, I have a landlord. Every month I send a rent check, two weeks late, to a person. The check definitely gets cashed, generally resulting in a massive overdraft fee. At one point while in Chicago I got a call from a medical supply store that turned out to be my landlord telling me that my check bounced. The voice was certainly pissed.
Other than that – nope. He’s a mystery. Don’t know his name, what he looks like, or what he actually does. I didn’t have heat for an entire winter. I don’t have a number where I can contact him – let alone a maintenance man.
This is what I think he might look like
hmm…that looks a bit like Johnny Cash during the end days. Failure.
Let’s try that again:
IGNORE THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN THAT CALLS YOU FROM A MEDICAL SUPPLY STORE!
However, I know he isn’t an illusion. My landlord is a man of flesh and blood. I know this because sometimes he leaves me gifts outside my door.
I wonder what he is trying to to tell me?
Evidently a furrier new tenant has also moved in recently.
I have a new neighbor.
As it turns out we want different things in our apartments
amirite? (to break that up for you it was “am I right?” and we all know I am)
And if you were curious:
1. That’s a water stain from when the upstairs shower leaks.
2. One of those welcome mats might be a pizza box.
You life is not so great 