Monday, February 4, 2008

Tee Hee, Giggle Giggle....



Sooo, that's how I'm feeling right now, and I've actually been feelin' that way for the entire weekend.

First, Friday was absolutely wonderful because I signed the lease for my first apartment! Ever since I've been back home from my brief kickout last year, I've felt like a caged bird, and trust, this bird ain't been singin'. So, about 3 and a half weeks ago, I began my apartment search, scouring any apartment books, websites, Pennysavers, and college roommate ads for something I could call my own. I visited apartments, townhomes, and even student apartment complexes within the county, Baltimore city, and even so far as Randallstown, and Prince George's county (I know my out-of-state readers are lost as hell... just know these places are kinda far).

Last Thursday, I was looking at this nice ass complex called "The Forest" in the county (aka the suburbs), but those evil whores wanted $876 for a studio apartment which is not only out of my price range, but also totally unacceptable considering the apartment was the size of a toddler's penis with NO utilities included AND no central heating or air conditioning.... a mess.... Sad thing is, this was pretty much the going rate at all the complexes I had visited within the last 2 weeks, so discouragement began to set in like gangrene.

That is until I was on my way home from "The Forest" and I saw a complex called "The Villages". Aaaah the Villages, what a breath of fresh air... I walked into the leasing office and sat in the office (a process that was really beginning to piss me off...) and I spoke with Ms. Barbara. Ms. Barbara was this middle aged, heavy set, kinda earthy woman with this cool ass orange lipstick with finger nail polish to match (tackiness at is finest : )... sorry ms b.), with these beautiful long locks. She greeted me and I told her that I was looking for an affordable, quaint studio apartment with a window or two. She had me fill out a welcome card and asked to see my ID (another mundane process that was making me nauseous), and we were on our way.

Ok, so she takes me to the door of my soon to be dream studio and when she opens the door, I asked for a broom and dustpan so I can pick up as many broken pieces of my face as possible. If the other apartment was the size of a toddler's penis, then this apartment was the size of a mosquito's penis (and that's when it's on soft.) As soon as I walked in, I was in the kitchen, bathroom, and closet; all at the same time... no shade.

I took a look at Ms. Barbara and I suppose my face said it all because those lips with that orange lipstick cracked into a smile and she said "I thought you would feel this way; Let's see if we can find you something bigger"... uh duh!

Let me reiterate: I am just south of 6' and my collection of size 11.5 Nike Dunks wouldn't even fit in this apartment, let alone my tall ass...

So next, Ms. B takes me to this absolutely gorgeous 1 bedroom place on the second floor and I instantly fell on love. It has a nice living room (so Uncle Cocoa can do his coochie coochie dance), an eat-in kitchen (where Darius can make me fat) and a spacious bedroom (where all the magic and wonder that is me and Idris Elba naked happens)... I was already sold... ::record scratches; back 2 life and reality:: I'm like "Uhhh yeah Barb, this is all nice and good, but bitch, how much is this muhfucka gonna cost me??" and she's like "$644 with water paid for. All you have to worry about is rent, electric, and gas"

So yeah, ummmmmm.... when I woke up from the shock of it all, I snatched that damn pen out of her hand so fast that like 4 of her dreads fell out and I don't even think I've ever signed my name that fast...

It's done!! So my tentative move date is somewhere between March 1-15th.... so I should be moved in and comfy by the time the blogger reunion rolls around... teehee.. the excitement of both my move and the reunion is making my arm twitch lol...

And shit! That was only Friday! So you know that set the tone for the rest of the weekend!

I spent some of Saturday with Leroy, and I felt really good and warm... I couldn't help but reminisce on days gone by. We went out to eat and I don't think I've ever eaten like a fatter bitch in front of him than that night lol. "Truth Is" by Fantsia flooded my mind as we kissed and departed, and on my way home, I just sang it and cried a little bit... "Truth is, I never got over you. Truth is, wish I had a new pair of shoes, and when it's all said and done, yes I'm still in love with you...."

Yeah, it was nice to put my "Niggas ain't shit!" attitude on the backburner and show some emotion and vulnerability.. Leroy if you're reading this, you already know...

Anyway, Sunday was cool... I ate ALL DAY! (somebody get me an EPT)... Church was cool. Target was cool. The game was cool. Everything was just cool.
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.

I guess that's it for me... Shout outs to Darius (hows LA boo?) and Fuzzy (another church boy that I adore)

L8r!

P.S. how bout them Giantz huh? and that damn halftime show was absolutely terrible... ever since Janet flashed her damn titty, the halftime ain't been right.... Thanks Janet. : (

10 comments:

Darius T. Williams said...

I can't wait to see the apartment...but I think I'm traveling as a pair. My boo Jason is coming w/me...I hope. Anyway - LA is great - leaving tomorrow. I did eat some chicken from Roscoe's - I'm going to blog about it sometime this week. My meal...three pieces of chicken and two waffles - was 20.89?!?! Ain't that a mess...

Cocoa Rican said...

I'm so glad you considered my trademark coochie-choochie when choosing your apartment...oftentimes my boyz don't consider the hardships of being a boricua with a penchant for dances that include ripe fruit. LOL
Now hurry up and forward the darn housewarming registry so we can start sending our BABY some home furnishings! I'm very proud of you pa... I've watched you grow, mature and develop from a high school kid without a lot of spunk to a young man that makes me smile with my heart. Congrats!

Cocoa Rican said...

Ummm... I meant to say, "...with a lot of spunk," not without. And no...it wasn't a Freudian slip. LOL

Joey Bahamas said...

I know that I've said this to you already. But, I'm so proud of you!

queerkidofcolor said...

Awww Jared...this is all wonderful. Im glad you're getting your own place, but I'm also glad you're independent.

manchild said...

three lessons for living in your
first place.....
watch nosy neighbors cause they
watchin you
maintenance men have keys to everything so try to change one of
your door locks(either deadbolt or
doornob,to prevent them creepin)
Develope a quiet room,where you
can relax,relate and release...

Chet said...

First and foremost kudos to you on securing your own place; a first apartment. I have to agree with Manchild: neighbors can be a hoot, but they can also be a blessing when it is time for you to travel and need someone to tend to your plants and pets (if you have either) also they can be your emergency contact when you are away. I have had the same neighbors for years and I do limit my contact, but they continue to get in my business from time to time. The key changing well that can be problematic for a number of reasons and your lease will indicate "no altering or changing of locks without prior approval from the owner or real estate agency. I must admit you were adamant about finding suitable housing you ventured into Prince George County, next stop DC?

That Dude Right There said...

I'm happy that you are moving out on your own. This reminds me of when I got my first apartment. Furniture shopping was sooooo much fun.

Now I have to think of a housewarming present.

D.LavarJames said...

Congrats on the apartment!! To be young again, *sigh* lol

can't wait to hear stories about it when you move in.

Mr. Jones said...

Congrats, hon.