wall chunks and ceiling dust

Oct.29 @ 8:10pm

**KNOCK KNOCK**

I DONT HAVE DE KEY... I DO NOT HAVE DE KEEEY!@# IT IS A WITTLE WATE TO BE MOVING NO?!@ YOU HAVE ONE OWA that was my new building manager richard. from that moment we have been on a bit of shaky ground. mind you our first encounter was much friendlier and took place about 8 hours prior to this.

it was when bitch and i first got the keys and went to go check out our apartment again before moving everything in. when we got off the elevator on the 2nd floor there was this strange looking old asain guy with his hand extended and a wooden wedge in his hand. DIS FO YOU WELL NOT FO YOU BUT FO DOUGH!@# I WANT ON SUNDAY?! bitch and i were a little confused but then the strange looking old asain guy said his name was richard and he is the building manager. he proceeded to show us the storage and laundry room and garbage room etc and the whole time rambling about wives who were married to alcoholics and other random people living in the building. he seemed nice yet creepy since he has cameras for security reasons that are wired into his place so he can see what is going on in the common areas of his building. he even showed us. he was strange but nice in that strange looking old asain guy way. we left to start moving boxes and everything was good.

then i had to go into surrey to get the moving truck which wasnt until 5:30 because mr man who had it before us decided to take his sweet time with it and then proceed to bitch about the amount he was owing for his rental. needless to say at 8:10 buildingman richard was not happy about my time frame. when he cracked the door open i tried to do my best explaining but being the strange looking old asian guy that he is... well he is also rude and shut the door. with an hour to do our move we tried our best and basically did it on time except for my couch. it did not make it in because it was too big and since it was too late to be moving we figured it was too late to start trying to do something with it over the balcony. so i have no couch. i kept the cusions to sit on but i would prefer a couch.

that night dave and i celebrated with friend anika about our new domain and stuff and i burnt my lip on a hawt knife. it was fun except for the burning part. that sort sucked..
regardless we are moved in and loving the new place. it is still a little strange and i can not help but think... what have i done... especially since yesterday bitch left a 'honeydolist'. i almost shit myself in shock and disgust.

the next day:
AH SO WHAT YOU DO WITH COUCH THAT DID NOT MAKE IT IN? (enter strange looking old asian guy laugh) buildingman richard sees everything and knows everything apparently and stinks like old rice and mothballs.