it's fall in 10014

how do i know? it fell into the 50s last night, and i don't have hot water this morning. happy monday!

i'm calling my 'super' today and demanding the indolent piece of shit address the radiator that hasn't worked in the five years i've lived here. smartness told me, when the building was bought this summer, that the landlord was going to go through each apartment and tally what needed to be fixed / replaced / destroyed and move on accordingly. do you suppose, my loyal readers, that this happened? of course not.

do you think the exterminator comes every first friday of the month? nah. are our apartments repainted every three years? hell no. i'm going to simon bolivar my fellow flophouse residents and take this place back! i'm going to demand backyard access! i'm going to demand a color other than swamp gas green for the hallways! i'm going to demand lighting fixtures that aren't circular and florescent!

they will name a country after me, too! but first, where is the fucking hot water?!?!