This will hopefully be the final installment of the Hellhole Apartment Series. We have officially moved into our new apartment and tonight will be our Farewell to the Crack Den Party. Then I hope to never see that building again. So, in the spirit of Official Farewells, some more things I will not miss about our old apartment:

The management’s habit of stating the obvious:

And all the really positive language (and by “positive,” I mean “obscene”)
[Read more →]

I call this series “Crap I Found in the Stairwell (while walking down eighteen flights of stairs because the elevator is broken)”

Please note, this isn’t even the entire series, as I accidentally deleted half of them in a computer disaster.

You could furnish an entire apartment with the garbage people are too lazy to carry down to the dumpsters. There are…

Televisions!

Computers!

Bookcases!

Clothing!

Hunky male prostitutes!

Umm… portions of Ikea furniture and/or postmodern orange stairs to match the gray concrete ones:

Cigarettes and beer!

And lovely wall illustrations criticizing said cigarettes and beer (the conversational tone of these messages really creates a feeling of community, I think)

BONUS! From the garbage chute: Lovely art work!