It's amazing how much can happen in an hour.

I've been spending a lot of time with Jarett recently - for those of you who don't already know - yes, we are back together. Probably, we are moving in together, mostly because we want to, but also because my apartment is an abomination.

That being said, I haven't spent much time at home. Yesterday, I just went home long enough to do my laundry. In that time the following things happened:

1. A woman asked where Caliope was. I said, "she's dying and is too weak to go outside." The woman replied, "that's a...(weird pause) shame." What did the poor little dog ever do to her?

2. A man in a neon green Hawaiian shirt, with an Afro (and pic stuck in said Afro) comes out of the crackhouse across the hall from me and says - "beautiful." I assume he's talking about Kielbasa, so I say nothing. He continues. "Please tell me you're not married." I said, "sorry."

3. While in laundromat, alone with attendant, a young man threw himself on the door outside and started banging on it. When I looked, he started screaming at me about how I'm pretty, or something. I say nothing. He says, "WHAT, I don't even get a HELLO!" So much for the Winter will be better because you wear a coat theory!

4. Two teenagers rode in the elevator with me while they blew out their blunt wrapper and talked about all the pot they were going to smoke. Then, went into the aforementioned crack den across the hall.

5. Saw lady smoking outside Super's door.

Do I need to really justify why I want to move?