Ok, ok, im getting up. Today I was going to be productive. I hauled all my laundry down the 2 blocks to the laundromat. A big thing for me, since I hadt gotten to it the past 3 weeks! (Yuck!) Took the bus into Downtown brooklyn and bought a rat for the snake and crickets for the lizards. Good, animals fed for a few days. Got distraced by this hot woman in a picture on the door of the extension hair supply store. Decided I needed black or red braids at some point. Resisted some point being NOW, due to financial issues. Came back to recover my laundry from the public dryers. Seemed like all the underwear was there. Fed the pets. Downloaded video off the camera. Encoded confessions. I was accomplishing things today. Rad. I was to go meet up with Stacy later to check out some apartment in Ft. Greene. I have a feeling she has already written a ton on this in her livejournal. Bob Harmon was late in meeting us. We sat on the steps, peering into the building that we were considering to make our home. Where was he? Almost 7:30. He shows and apologizes. Takes us into this Victorian red velvet french deco office. We gawk at the walls and the layout. Upstairs to the top floor. The apartment has a dishwasher. A larger kitchen. electrical outlets. Im happy. We want a differnet apartment, but this would do. Downstairs to fill out an application. All seemed to be going normal. Suddenly, the interview gets wierd. I think he looked at us in our alternaive glory and assumed the worst. As he went on, obviously degrading us in his head, his accusations-posed-as-questions became more beligerant. you have a snake? do you realize that babies could die? I might have a rent-strike! What would I do then? New Yorkers are particular (im thinkingyes..YOU Are particular!) What kind of snake..does it roam free? I think he thought I was lying about the breed and size and everything. He wasnt really listening. He asks...what kind of friends do you have? (What do you mean?) He turns to Stacy "Tell me what you REALLY think of her friends, right in front of Lisa. She needs to hear this" (WHAT AN ASSHOLE!) Stacy smiles and give my friends props. She just met several of them the weekend before. Bob Harmon continues to question my "Friends" and starts hinting about them coming in at all hours...and some "lifestyle problems" he foresaw. I swear he thought I was a prostitute. The questions he was asking!! Im not kidding. We were aggravated but I dont think either one of us could figure out a way to squirm out of there, so we were stuck. Finally stacy spoke up about his treatment of us. "Im a 30 year old woman and you are sitting here accusing me of things that other renters did to you. Im not 5!" NOt her exact words, but basically that. I dont think it phased Bob Harmon. He was a dick. Finally, the deposit $$ came up. We didnt have enough. The interview was over. Stacy ran out of there. I thanked Bob for the time, ven if it did suck...she grunted at me. I ran outta there too. Stacy was on the sidewalk holding her head. We were both appauled and freaked out. I was sorta laughing. I wished I could have gotten the whole thing on camera (you know me!). We parted. I took the train to Wil's place Carroll Gardens, and decided I need a very large amount of ICe cream to cool my nerves. Bought Cherry Garcia and proceeded to down most if it at Wil's place, along with several glasses of red wine.
(to be continued...)