What comes with success.

So this weekend was of course, Halloween weekend. I didn't have a costume so..well.. actually I just didn't have a costume at all. That doesn't mean I didn't get in the spirit. Because I was lazy to think of something creative, I bought some face makeup and a black cloak. I wore all black and painted half a skull on my face. Don't think it was some easy shit. Took me an hour on both Friday and Saturday. Yeah, man. I was hardxcore. (I never understood why people put x's in hardcore, from what I hear it makes it more hardcore. But..yeah. I don't know.)

Sidenote: So, I've been a part of halloween for a good 20 years now. Every year, it seems to get sluttier, but the sluttiest ethnic group of people if there ever was an award, goes to the female Asian population-- especially in small towns/those who come from suburbs and small towns. Halloween pictures are posted on facebook up the wazoo the day after, and I find that most of the Asian females tend to wear nothing/almost near nothing. I always say I don't approve because evidence shows okay, lotsa hoes everywhere. It's not okay to prance around in a bra and panties in 60 degree weather on the streets of urbania/suburbia thinking you're hot shit. Halloween is absolutely no excuse to be slutty. If you're slutty on Halloween, you're slutty in general.
So sorry white girls, I lied. Only some of you are Halloween sluts. Asians reign supreme when it comes to sluttiest Halloween costumes. Then it comes the Hispanics then Black folks. (If anyone is offended from black folks, suck it up. I don't care.) For those who have some sense of modesty/creativity to not have to show every inch of your skin on Halloween night, I applaud you.

Storytime:
The weekend started off great. Friday, some friends and I headed up to Stuy-town (which is a complex between First Ave. and Ave. D and 14th-18th street. Really nice apartments. We got lost a bit but finally found it. Such a lovely place, they really went all out. Lots of alcohol and drunks. We all got a bit tipsy but ended up leaving to go hookah/chicha on 4th st. Lots of fun talks and smoking the chich. Yeah, good time. Got home and took an hour and a half shower because well..my hair was teased up and therefore equaled death and my face was oily from paint. I love showers.

Saturday was crazy. Well, yesterday I suppose. I woke up late because I got home late the previous night. Went to Susie's we walked around and went to get some free Chipotle then dressed up to go out. We headed to the BK to her friend's place, Jen, who is AMAZING and her place is AMAZING. Oh wow. I'm moving to Brooklyn. Anyway headed back to Manhattan after the party. Finally found Sophie's. Her roof is also amazing. Didn't get a chance to see her apartment. Some old people called the cops on her soo... byebye party. Wow people, it's Halloween, get over it. So we headed down to Andrei's place. OH MY EFF. The locations just kept getting better as the night went on. His place is HUGE, beautiful, classy. Oh my... if I had 1.5mil laying around that'd be my place, too. Nonstop liquor, party hardy. Drunkards. I approve. Ended the night then headed home. Fidi was empty but after cabbing to Ben&Susie's then walking home on 3rd ave ... it probably took longer than the train would go one stop (Meaning Astor to 14th). Wow. Absolutely ridiculous.

So today was the hungover, let's get brunch day. Headed to Clinton St around 2. Got there around 2:15. The hostess says, I can't seat you because when I do, the kitchen will probably close. Um... excuse me? You close at 5. There isn't a 3 hour wait because there's only 4 couples outside. Say that again. She says: You can get takeout but I can't seat you. WHO DOES THAT? NO ONE in their RIGHT MIND rejects to seat you or fail even put your name on the list. I'm writing an angry letter to Clinton Street and that bitch needs to get fired. So we left angry and still hungry. Headed to Permanent Brunch on 1st Ave between 5th and 6th which we thought would be good because of its name, duh, Permanent Brunch. Got seated right away. Okay. Good. Ordered. Okay. Good. Wait, why does it take 45 minutes to fry 2 eggs, put already made potatoes on a place and a salad. Um, completely messed up Ben's order, Susie's plate was 19 dollars for mediocre shrimp grits. Um, overpriced, slow service and terrible food. My eggs were flat, not fluffy or well scrambled at all, the potatoes were equivalent to a quarter of a potato, unsalted and my greens consisted of about 8 leaves of lettuce. Um, 12 bucks. Ben's order of pancakes soggy, flat, 12 bucks. Susie's small plate of shrimp grits, 19 bucks. Excuse me Permanent Brunch. If you're going to give us overpriced bad food, give us a lot of overpriced bad food. Ben told me the OJ he ordered didn't taste fresh, tasted concentrated, 3 bucks. Their mix up led to a 'goodwill' 3 bucks canceling his 3 dollar orange juice. Overall, that place is a mess, small seating, bad food, bad service. Only good this is their decor which is warm and classic New York with a diner-like feel. This turned into a restaurant critique. Whatever. I don't ever recommend it. I HIGHLY don't recommend it.

Now I'm back in the apartment. Chillin with the cat, doing my work. I'm still frustrated. I can't believe food service can be that terrible. I need coffee. Mud, here I come.

I am.

These past few weeks really have been a test of endurance. Even though I fail miserably in patience, I make up for it in determination. I still need to finish what I came to New York to do. Although my problems with this apartment has gotten past the breaking point, we have people who are willing to back us up and claim their rights as tenants of the building. I just hope it works in the end. I spent 4 hours talking to my 'community.' It was quite an ordeal. People have spent THOUSANDS of dollars on laundering their clothing. This problem is a maintenance situation and the landlord should handle it. AKA the people who work across the street. I dislike them very much. No. Hate is actually allowed in this situation. They deserve what's coming to them.

In my time of need, Katharine has taken me under her wing. I no longer breathe in fumes from pesticides and can get a decent night's sleep in a warm and habitable environment. Her roommates are all hilarious and are so welcoming. I can't thank them enough for their hospitality. I'm sad that I'll be leaving to actually find a place to live because well, they're great people to live with, and I can'y become the 5th roommate.

I have finally found a place and am securing it tomorrow. I finally will have a place to call home for the next 7 months. I'm quite excited.

A thought, Halloween is next next weekend? What am I going to be? WHO KNOWS. I don't know. I might dress up like someone and call it a day. Thing is, I was talking to a friend who was like "Let's dress slutty for Halloween?" Me: "Wtf, porque?" Her: "Because it's the only day of the year that we have a reason to." Me: "Why are you my friend?" We fought about this. I don't find it appropriate to dress 'sexy' or 'slutty' for Halloween. Last time I checked Halloween was something scary with ghosts and things like Jason and Michael and what not killing things. Okay, it's becoming some big ho holiday for the closeted and outed sluts of the world, meaning most of the girls in the US and all of the girls in New Jersey. I watched this segment on the news the other day about slutty dressing and how it's affecting younger girls. I watched a young girl, what, 12 years old, choose out a short/mini skirt with fishnet stockings and a top that showed her bare nonexistent midriff. WHAT is GOING ON? She was going to be a vampire. That look like a vampire to you, because that screams HO in my head. Poor girl is gonna end up pregnant in a ditch. People keep scolding young pregnant teens and young adults scoff of these young teens but they're the ones setting the example for them. I hate society. Let's go back to being cavemen. No such thing as being slutty, no such thing as society, just community and each other. I like that. I don't belong in this era/generation/lifetime.