Heater Ain't On and It's Hot

I went and got my hair done today. The new growth was starting to pile a lil too high. I had the half afro half straight thing going on. My hair was starting to look like a bad hair piece. At any rate, it is done now. On the way out to Mattapan this man lost it on the train. It was so sad. We made it to the very last stop and as I was starting to climb the steps I heard something like glass breaking and a man hollering. No big deal. I thought maybe someone's package had dropped and as I would have done, they were expressing their frustration with the situation. I kept it moving. As I was standing waiting on the trolley, a man comes and walks straight onto the track. What the hell is he doing? I don't feel like seeing a suicide today.

The Ashmont Station (where I was) is currently under construction, so they have a lot of cones and flags and other construction stuff around the area. So the man decides to go around the track and grab the cones and throw them over the side. The trolley tracks are above the train tracks so he was throwing stuff down to the people waiting on the train. He started on the left side and made his way to the right. By now I'm like Lord please don't let the trolley come and don't let this fool lose his balance cuz it will be a much longer week than I ever imagined. They he started yelling obscenities that I will refrain from gracing your screen with. It was quite a color speech he had. By then the MBTA cops were starting to come. He starts pacing. He bout clipped me in one of his journeys. I had to stand on my toes and play with my balance to keep from getting knocked down. I was ready though. I'm fighter when I need to be. I was going to crack his head open to the white meat. Disclaimer: For those that don't know me... I am not a naturally violent person but don't push me into a corner. You'll see something. LOL. Back to it... The cops came and then they did this ring around the rosie thing for about 5 minutes. I'm not even sure if they got the man. They went in another direction, the trolley came and I got on. It was sad though because it is apparent that the man needs some help. A person with all "theirs" would not have gotten on the track for nothing.

New story... I will try not to drag this portion of my post out cuz I sure have a lot to say here. So... you all know I moved to my new place on Saturday. I have my own space/apartment (if you can call it that) but I have to share the bathroom and the kitchen with two other people (a girl and a boy). So naturally I like living alone. As a matter of fact I didn't share a space with this many people in undergrad. I'm stepping back, not forward. LORD!! Anyway... so I was all excited Saturday and had decided that I would go to the grocery store and get some food. I go down to the kitchen and take a peak in the refrigerator. I shut the door immediately!! I open again hoping my eyes had failed me a few seconds earlier. The refrigerator was so phucking nasty and so was the freezer. So I'm like... OMG I am living with pigs. I am not paying all this money for rent to not be able to store and cook my food in the kitchen. And then there is the surprise... picture below. Oh hell no!!! Who does he belong to? Nobody. Why is he still here?

So I go down to the kitchen this evening to see if things have improved and I run into the girl, A2. We immediately get on the same page and start discussing how nasty our roommate is. I am just so glad it's not both of them. Together, A2 and I can get things turned around.

So all the food in the refrigerator belongs to the guy. A2 was too scared to put her stuff in there and she has been here a month. Oh no ma'am. I told her I called the landlady yesterday (which I did). She was like you all just need to sit down and go through some house rules. Ok... I got you. A2 says she calls landlady like twice a week. Landlady told A2 that the guy (her son) is too busy to be worried about house cleaning and maintenance. He has to if he is sharing a space with other people. I'm so ready to get to his nasty ass. Ya'll I'm telling you... I got a problem with a nasty kitchen and bathroom. It doesn't fly with me one bit. His fat ass is not the first person to be a resident and he won't be the last. But if he is going to be nasty then he needs to live ALL by himself.

And the damn cat. I'm thinking of putting him in my book bag and dropping him off a few bus stations from here. Don't get me wrong... I love animals; however, let me tell you want I saw today and what A2 told me. The cat is locked up in the kitchen/dining area ALL day. I know he is a couple weeks from losing his mind. There is a door between the kitchen and the dining area. A2 said she was trying to keep the door closed, but sonny-boy keeps it open. While A2 and I were talking he jumped on the counter and walked his ass through the dishes in the dish rack. I can't even type what I said. A2 said she brought this up with Son and he was like... don't worry bout it, cats are some of the cleanest animals around. Like hell... you nasty bastard. I don't want cat saliva on my dishes. We bout to fight about this one!!! I'm going to show my ass. There is more to the story, but I will stop. The cat has got to go. I'm all for taking a nice picture of him, posting it online and finding him a home on Craigslist or something like that. I will even buy him a farewell bag of food and kitty litter, but he can no longer reside in the kitchen area.

We left a note on Sonny's door (I've decided to call him that since he got his mama defending his nasty habits). We said that we need to meet THIS WEEK to handle some house matters. The kitchen cat must relocate and you need to throw out your nasty ass food and make room for the other people who live here. You need to get your ball hair out the tub. We are not the damn housekeepers and I'm not getting my black ass in no filthy tub. Can you tell I'm hot? I am. Now we knock 4-5 hundred off my rent and I will set up kitchen in my room, clean the tub every morning before I get in there and shut-what-they-call-the-phuck-up. I am not spending all this money this garbage. Ya'll gone hear more about this one. Pray I don't knock his slack ass out. Ooooo and one more thing... the staircases have areas for decorations on the side. Why when I came up the stairs this afternoon did I see his funky ass draws? See I really wanna act civilized but he pushing it. A2 said she saw him in his draws last night. Oh no... he bout to get schooled.

Got me hot tonight... I should have kept my butt in Georgia and lived by my damn self. Uuuuuooofff (sound of frustration).