He tried to steal my blender!

Oy vey... Maybe I should write a book on the trials and tribulations - and un-fun adventures - of living with a psycho.

I'm down to less than a week living in my current apartment and CANNOT WAIT to get out. Roommate number 2 moved out last Friday, so its just been me and the Psycho packing up. The apartment is a colossal mess right now - boxes everywhere and a resulting layer of dust on the floor since most of the furniture is now gone.

I walked in the kitchen the other day to make my last meal in the apartment. (Nothing to worry about regarding my eating habits - I'll be eating out the next few days.) Psycho has a box of the few kitchen items he owns on the counter, and I happen to notice my cutting board sticking out of it. He tried to steal my cutting board. I grab that, of course, and in doing so, it moves the handy towel he has COVERING MY BLENDER! In his box of stuff! He was going to abscond with my blender! A good one at that - glass and 20 different mixing speeds!

I have taken control of that situation (ie, taken and hid the blender), but I wonder how much more he has already taken and what more he will attempt to take. I tried to pack up all the kitchen stuff I could and move it into the new place (I got my keys yesterday!), but I'm still feeling very suspicious. All my boxes are in Roommate #2's old room, and I even wrote down the number of items in there so I could count and make sure nothing was missing. This is so crazy.....

14 More Days...

I'm down to counting my days. 14 days and 6 hours.

To what, you ask!? MY OWN PLACE!
I'm really excited... I looked and looked and looked.... Found a few places that I liked, but they were in the wrong place, wanted me to move in too early, weren't in great buildings, or simply had massive broker fees that I was trying desperately to avoid.

And then I dramatically threw myself on my super's desk one day while walking in from work and told him I was devastated that I was leaving my building... The building that has a fantastic super, is on a great street - accessible to everything, has a doorman, is safe, and has great tenants. He laughs at me, then fate steps in! Apparently THAT DAY a woman in my building decided to rent her 1 bedroom apartment 4 floors up from me. I was certain it would be WAY out of my price range - the apartments in my building are humongous compared to normal NYC apartments. But she negotiated (and yes, rent is still ridiculous), and likes my move in date, so I get to stay! I just have to move up a few floors! I am unbelievably excited! No brokers fees, stay in the building, and I get to keep Tim (the super), who comes to save me from imaginary mice when the occasion requires it, or installs brand new a/c's when he thinks I might be hot (without me even complaining!)

How lovely is that?!

Who wants to visit!?