Summertime, all ya can smell is the garbage.
Stink overpowers everything, especially soft sweet smells like flowers.
Tomorrow is trash day. We have 2 aluminium cans on our terrace that we load up with trash. Not rubber trash cans.. but tin ones- like where Oscar the Grouch lived. Rubbermade trash cans are not very Cobble Hillesque and so I searched far and wide for TIN (actually aluminum) trash cans.
But tonight we lost one of them. You see, the smell of the trash can and its contents was so overbearing that we couldn't stand to remove the bags from the can and carry them down the steps. So instead, we decided to chuck the can and the trash as one whole unit. The problem is that tomorrow is not a recycling day so New York's Strongest wouldn't have taken the trash can.
Flashback to a year ago when we received a letter in the mail from our landlord informing us that we may not renew our lease. We would have to move from the glorious 4th floor of ** ******* Pl. The landlord put it right in my ass. Months went by and the landlord decided keep our security deposit because he had the money and we didn't. Also he knew that I already used up my one asskick alotted per lifetime. Thus the landlord did me double anal. When the bleeding stopped, I vowed to get my revenge.
So tonight Jeffrey and I took our foul smelling aluminum new vintage trash can... and cover.. and contents and carried it to our old apartment and left it there.
Then we went townhouse hunting. Its when we walk down random blocks of old row houses and try to find the nicest example of a firehouse/church/school turned yupster condo. But tonight we also found some art - a monster piece (47 inches wideand probably 6 feet tall) vinyl over wood absract print of some row houses and a little canal thing in the front.
As we walked back home we were the envy of the neighborhood. If any one asks I'm gonna say that it cost 5 grand.
Heres a picture of it
And heres Jeff's blog where I'm sure he will be discussing this evenings events.
And heres Rich's blog who wussied out cause he doesn't like to leave trash cans on the stoop of half vacant old apartments..
Remember Barenaked Ladies-
Broke into the old apartment
This is where we used to live
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Tomorrow is trash day. We have 2 aluminium cans on our terrace that we load up with trash. Not rubber trash cans.. but tin ones- like where Oscar the Grouch lived. Rubbermade trash cans are not very Cobble Hillesque and so I searched far and wide for TIN (actually aluminum) trash cans.
But tonight we lost one of them. You see, the smell of the trash can and its contents was so overbearing that we couldn't stand to remove the bags from the can and carry them down the steps. So instead, we decided to chuck the can and the trash as one whole unit. The problem is that tomorrow is not a recycling day so New York's Strongest wouldn't have taken the trash can.
Flashback to a year ago when we received a letter in the mail from our landlord informing us that we may not renew our lease. We would have to move from the glorious 4th floor of ** ******* Pl. The landlord put it right in my ass. Months went by and the landlord decided keep our security deposit because he had the money and we didn't. Also he knew that I already used up my one asskick alotted per lifetime. Thus the landlord did me double anal. When the bleeding stopped, I vowed to get my revenge.
So tonight Jeffrey and I took our foul smelling aluminum new vintage trash can... and cover.. and contents and carried it to our old apartment and left it there.
Then we went townhouse hunting. Its when we walk down random blocks of old row houses and try to find the nicest example of a firehouse/church/school turned yupster condo. But tonight we also found some art - a monster piece (47 inches wideand probably 6 feet tall) vinyl over wood absract print of some row houses and a little canal thing in the front.
As we walked back home we were the envy of the neighborhood. If any one asks I'm gonna say that it cost 5 grand.
Heres a picture of it
And heres Jeff's blog where I'm sure he will be discussing this evenings events.
And heres Rich's blog who wussied out cause he doesn't like to leave trash cans on the stoop of half vacant old apartments..
Remember Barenaked Ladies-
Broke into the old apartment
This is where we used to live
---
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