ignore the ringing...it will go away

so we have this new temporary apartment with this weirdo landlord. he lives in the area (maybe even the same building?) with his girlfriend and still has his mail delivered to our apartment (he only rents it part-time and sometimes lives here) and has a landline set up. we don't give a shit about the landline. we both have cell phones and skype and say fuck landlines.

so today i get home from work and in our mailbox is a note from our landlord wanting to get his mail from the past week. (dude, just get a motherfucking PO box already, they have them here in germany too.) i bring the note upstairs with the intention of giving it to patrick so he can deal with it. but then the phone started ringing. now, motherfucker has our cell numbers AND e-mail addresses, so i figure he can just contact us that way. i sure as fuck don't want to have to talk to some friend of his looking for him. but it's not a friend of his. i know it's him, but i don't want to talk to him either. he can barely speak any english and he can't hardly speak german either, or at least it's no german i recognize (he's mexican--apparently no actual germans live in berlin). so i refuse to answer the phone. but i hate how it sounds. i'm thinking of holing up in the bathroom for a while.

Life threatening lifestyles

boating and driving under the influence of various chemicals and emotions is not recommended. also revelation: I am a tree. I love those close to me and you who've been close to me and am excited and only slightly apprehensive about the future.

okay then.

FINE. fuck if i know, though. the SUN is out today. i had a flat tire the other day. got the biggest size chrome bag in the mail...i couldn't resist. now i can carry ANYTHING, and it's awesome. supposedly moving to a new apartment on SATURDAY! alex is moving in with erik and i'm taking over her apartment. 30th & yamhill, which is a block south of belmont. a new goddam era, i'd say. been biking a bunch, taking the long way. written off appropriate clothing, just getting wet and whatever. fuck it.

was reading a journal entry from spring break senior year, and it was all: 'didn't go anywhere, no one else home, tried to start a fire in the driveway, listened to NIN in the garage, played the drums, ate some pizza.' have we really done all of these things that we remember? will we remember what we're doing right now? i feel like this is all new, vaguely automatic, but still exciting. very fucking excited about this apartment situation. i'll maybe post a picture once things settle down a bit.

i'm at work. so fuck you.

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