October 04, 2004

"When they act tough you call their bluff..."

packing sucks.

i think i'm going to need a lot of boxes. i have kind of a lot of stuff, actually. and i know i've mentioned (complained about) this before, but how is it possible that i have a whole room full of other crap back in texas? i have enough for 5 people right here! it's bizarro, man. it is.

good news. i'm going to be housesitting in the City mid-month and also working for the Toy Fair again in the Flatiron district. yee. that guarantees me a little bit of money, even if it's not a lot. not enough for rent, mind you, but it'll be a start. great. that's the last thing i want to think about right now is paying rent. heh. i think i'm going to change me new voicemail message to the title song from RENT.

it would go like this, in my voice: "Hello, you have reached Gayla. And now for a musical selection from everyone's favorite Bohemian-East Village musical." and then the song:

"We're not gonna pay last year's rent! This year's rent! Next year's rent! RENT RENT RENT, RENT, RENT! We're not gonna pay rent! Cuz everything is--RENT!" Beep.

Just like that. what do you think? do you think my landlord would get the irony next time he called?

blueavenue at 2:27 a.m.

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