long lasting freshness

Some douche bag broke the side door of the apartment building. There’s a table, 4 chairs and another 2 chairs set up for conversation in the lobby areas of each floor. Various pieces goe missing relatively often. Somebody fucked up one of the lounge chairs in the downstairs lobby last night. It’s official. Our apartment building has gone from pretty awesome to fucking shit hole ghetto in just over a year with the new management company. I am still in denial about it. I don’t want to move. I love our apartment I just hate everything surrounding it. Erica wants to move which means I guess I want to move. I found a place online that intrigues me. It’s billed as “luxury“ apartment but yet we can afford it. I have never lived anywhere labeled as 'luxury'. In my world luxury is when we do not have to buy generics at the grocery shop. I have always wanted to live a carless lifestyle. Living in the city where everything is within walking distance. I am living a carless lifestyle now but it’s because my legs don’t work and no longer own a car. This apartment is close enough to be called downtown. They have available apartments on the 10th floor. Floor to ceiling windows. Here’s a link. Since we have to plan our Cripple Bus rides a day in advance the earliest we could visit the apartment would be Tuesday. I’ll check it out and let y’all know

the rain will eventually stop

I was been spending a lot of my free time building up my eBay seller page. (somedayseattle....surprised?) Things in Discogs.com are slow right now. I can no longer consider them reliable in regards to making money. I don’t need to do a side hustle but it’s something I find enjoyable. I’ve loaded up eBay with a ton of music and some other stuff. I should probably work my ass off, scrimp and save every penny. Sell all the shit I don’t need . Take that $$$ and move to Seattle. When I got there I’m sure I would struggle to make ends meet at the outset. I’m sooooooo tired of living here though. I would rather struggle in Seattle than be comfortable in Raleigh. I’d rather be a hammer than a nail. I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy. I’d rather have a funny way to end this post but yet here we are.