I just fit into a pair of size 0 pants that I have not been able to get past my thighs for the past 4+ years. I am awesome.
I guess living on the 6th floor has its benefits!
So apparently my April Fool's day joke post was a big piece of shit this year. People not only believed it (which I suppose actually makes it successful), but they don't think it's funny at all. I just thought that it would be funny if after the hellish search I went through, and how excited I was about this place, if it just sucked and I was stuck here for 3 years.
I guess I have a sick sense of humor.
So, to clarify, my apartment is not a disaster. I've slept incredibly well, without ear plugs, the past two nights. The only grain of truth to the post is that I'm not a huge fan of the sanibroyeur toilet, but I'm guessing I'll get used to it. I've only met one neighbor, an incredibly nice man who insisted on helping with the move when he came across us lugging boxes up the stairs.
So far, so good! If you're curious about my past April Fool's day posts, find them here and here. And next year, people, check the tags. ;)
So last night was my first night in my new apartment, and it was an absolute disaster. Sandra, the girl who lived here before me, had said that the neighbors are really great, that there were no real problems, and she was just leaving to move in with her boyfriend.
Well, no way in hell was that true. I was kept up ALL night by shouting in some obscure language from the couple next door, and then the guys across the hall came home at like 3 am, smoking so much that my apartment still smells today.
On top of all that, when I flushed the weird "sanibroyeur" toilet, it dumped water all over the floor. And the refrigerator's motor is unbearably loud.
Basically, I'm going to need to wear earplugs constantly. I'm so bummed.
