Wasting time with Jet

I awaken again by the sound of water pelting on a hard surface and realized that it was actually raining this time, so I went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later pissed becuase I really wanted to run some errands today. I wanted to go to ConEd and inform them to cut my gas and light service effctive April 1st. I wanted to take some clothes to mom's house, she got my room all emptied out and ready for this week.

According to the weather report, today was the only day of bad weather, the rest of week promises to be beautiful. I spent the day packing all my VHS tapes in a storage bin and few other boxes. I put aside my VHS tapes of Music Video collections by Bjork, A Tribe called Quest and PM Dawn and looked at them one last time as I was packing. Despite all this packing, I don't think it's sunk yet what's hapening. I mean, I may have accepted it, and I acknowledge it, but I'm still like in a trace over the whole thing. I just know I'm gonna crash real hard thursday morning when the movers get here. I can see myself hyperventalating or something and pulling a Bill Murray in "What about Bob?"..."Hi, my name is Les, could you do me a favor and just knock me out..." I'll have to ask the movers to to stun me with a tazer and carry me in the truck, too or something...

IN a desprate cry for help (and attention) I decided to compile a list of "What I'll miss/Won't I miss" when I leave my studio and move back in with my mom...

WHAT I'LL MISS...

*The ability to walk around naked.
*That assurance that I can go anywhere at anytime without explaining myself.
*The peace and quiet of being by myself.
*The ability to walk around naked.
*Watching softporn on Cinemax at night (I never tire of watching "Lord of the G-Strings")
*Blasing gwen stefani's "Hollaback Girl" at 2am to fuck with my neighbors.
*Checking my own mail (Mom always checks it and drops off my stuff...)
*The ability to walk around naked.
*The freedom to call an escort for Outcall service (Not that I actually DO it, but just the freedom that I could!)
*Walking down the street with a sweater and my grandpa slipers to the corner store to get a quick bite to eat.
*Did I mention walking around nekkid?

WHAT I WON'T MISS

*These damn fucking neighborhood kids playing baseball in front of the building!
*These kids yelling to each other from windows across from each other, use a phone for christ sake!
*The fucking Yankees, their loud ass stadium, and their sick, drunk, yuppie Coming-here-from-Long-Island-or-New-Jersey-'cause-they-don't-have-any-team-of-their-own-way-out-there Fans!
*My upstairs neighbors.
*Whoever the hell is blasting Eminem 6 hours straight during the day.
*The subroof, everyone's garbage and those stupid kid's baseballs landing right in front of my kitchen window, what a nice view!
*A slumlord and his knucklehead super taking 6 weeks to fix anything that goes wrong in this building.
*The lousy kid practicing his recorder every tuesday night when I'm watching "House". Yeah, all that pratcice and you still sound bad!
*The other lousy kid playing the Tuba Saturday mornings. You don't sound better either, pal!
*The fucking dog howling in the building across the street. The son of sam wouldn't even like you, ya mutt!
*The lousy bathroom plumbing...anybody ever heard of turning on the hot water in the SHOWER to get hot water in the SINK?!?
*These neighborhood kids in general, for doing everything they do!
*The bugs! Never had any mice, roaches, or flies, but how the hell do these ants, spiders and waterbugs get here!?!?!?
*The rent, tell me, what kind of world are we living in where the rent can go from 500 to 737.00 a month in just four years? FOR a STUDIO!

Yeah, it sounds like I hated it here, but it was mine...

I went through 2 blackouts, 3 serious heatwaves, it took 2 years just to get a refrigerator that actually kept things cold, a hot water leak allowed steam to darken the walls, the bathroom had to re-tiled, the celiling in the kitchen collapsed from water damage twice, a patch of ceiling in the living room above the radiator softens every winter, the subroof NEVER gets cleaned...this place would have made Tom Hanks and Shelly Long say "Damn" (The money pit). But it was mine (sighs) and it's gone.

Gee, I feel so much better now...

"Ahh, home crap home!" (Tom Hanks in "The Money Pit")