Thursday, February 26

HE WROTE BACK HE WROTE BACK!

OKC guy already wrote back! I didn't even write anything whorey!

WOO HOO!

Nicer Stove Update

It's here! Yaaaayyyy!!! Oh my gosh, it's so new and clean!!!

The first thing I'm making is a birthday cake for myself. Well really for my parents, they're coming here on Saturday. Oooo...maybe I'll make dinner, too!

Culinary genius, activate!

Stove Update

My landlord came through and ordered a new stove without a fight. I am so, so grateful!! While I do like to get my Irish up every once in a while, I really didn't want to drag this shit out. I love this apartment and don't want any negativity in or about my home.

Unless of course, it's MY negativity. The fucking delivery guys are such assholes! I called them on Tuesday and the owner said that his driver is in court for the next two days. I was like okaaayyy, how about Thursday. He said sure, he'll call me in the morning for delivery.

By 11am I still didn't hear anything so I called them. The owner said this time his driver was at the mechanic and wasn't sure when he'll be able to come. I could hear the bullshit dripping off his words. I get this feeling he's one of those guido/gruido (greek version) tough guys who gets all of his product off the back of a truck and thoroughly enjoys jerking locals around. Fuck you, you wannabe mobster piece of shit!

He got back to me at noon saying the guy will be here "some time before 3pm." It's fucking 2:45pm. What the fuck? You're like 10 minutes from my fucking apartment! And now I'm supposed to fucking tip you??? ARGH!

I'm perturbed. Yes it's nice to be home from work (especially this week), but waiting for someone sucks.

DOUBLE ARGH!

I'M IN LOVE I'M IN LOVE I'M IN LOVE!

Oh my god, I just fell in love with a guy on OKCupid. I'm serious. Like really serious. Well, as serious as I can be about falling in love with someone's online profile.

Why am I in love? He has long red hair. I HATE guys with long hair, but fuck me, I have no self-control when it comes to gingers. My heart is going to beat out of my chest!!

Fingers crossed he writes me back!

Saturday, February 21

An eventful day...

I know I've mentioned a few times that I never cook, but I don't think I ever explained why. I hate my fucking stove. Using it scares the fucking shit out of me.

When I moved into Delilah I thought I was getting a new one. Turns out my old super swapped the new stove for a pretty banged up one. The first time I used the oven my whole apartment smelled like burning rat poison. I immediately turned it off and never used it again. I occasionally use the stove top, but even that is a bit sketchy. Boiling a pot of water takes at least a half hour, the burners always go off, and sometimes it smells like gas is leaking. A couple of years ago I asked my landlord for a new one, but she said since the stove was "working" it wasn't a necessity and she'd have to raise my rent. I didn't push the issue.

As I was making eggs this morning, the smell of gas filled my kitchen and I became really nauseous and faint. I freaked out. I had no idea what to do, so I turned off the stove, opened the windows, and laid down. My head was spinning with thoughts of the apartment building blowing up and me being responsible for killing my neighbors all because I didn't feel like having cereal. I couldn't stop thinking about it so I did what any overly dramatic paranoid hungover moron who was about to pass out would do...I called the fire department.

They got here in like 15 minutes. No leak, although they did shut off my gas to be safe. I was so embarrassed. They told me I did the right thing and that my landlord should get me a new stove, but god, I was mortified. I still thought I was going to pass out so they offered to call an ambulance, but I declined. I just wanted to crawl back in bed and die a lonely death.

About a half hour later ConEd came. The guy opened up the stove and flinched. He said I wasn't smelling gas, I was smelling the carbon buildup that was all over the inside. He said this was dangerous and could make me really sick!! I couldn't believe it. I told him how I felt faint, he said that sounds about right. Then I realized this wasn't the first time I've felt woozy in my kitchen, I just always assumed it was me getting up too fast or a hangover or something stupid. Now I know it could have been my damn stove this whole time!

The guy wrote a ticket for my landlord saying that while this stove could be cleaned and fixed, I should really have a new one. Thank Shizza!! It will be nice to not have to worry about the stupid thing anymore. It's also nice to know my weird paranoia over it was validated.

I still feel a bit out of it, though. At this point I don't think it's related to the stove, I'm just emotionally drained from today. It was uncomfortable to ask for help. I didn't know what to do, so I called people who would. That's what they are there for, right?

Thursday, February 12

He's Just Not That Into You

I liked it! I really did. I'm not quite sure how I feel about the message yet though.

This is probably because today I accidentally emailed an OK Cupid guy with a "Hi! I like your profile!" before realizing I had emailed him a "Hey! I like your profile!" three weeks ago and got no response.

It's also probably because I'm going on a date on Saturday. I met him at NYCC last weekend and we've been chatting all week. When I told him I was free this weekend he asked if it would be weird for us to hang out on Valentine's Day. I said I didn't think so, but now I'm not so sure. I guess it all depends on how the date goes!

Date. date. datE. DATE. DaTe. It's still weird to write no matter how I write it.

Oh I actually had one a couple of weeks ago, too. Yada, yada, yada, I got laid. It was okay. It confirmed the fact that I am Just Not That Into meaningless sex anymore. I'm glad.