It's funny how much my mood can change in just a couple weeks. The beginning of this month was pretty bad, emotionally speaking. It all felt a little pointless, and hopeless, and going-through-the-motions. I'm not jumping off the freaking walls with happiness or anything, but I feel as calm and collected and happy as anyone who has a relatively good and easy life but is scared shitless of our collapsing economy, the outcome of the coming election, the overwhelming stupidity of our society, the unchecked power we give to men who are wolves in sheep's clothing, and the reality that it's possible our lives will resemble Cormack McCarthy's The Road in 20 years (I loved that book, but I'd rather it be fiction).
Phew...I don't know where that rant came from. I wasn't intending this to be a discourse on why I think our society is totally and completely fucked. Really, I wasn't. Yesterday I got in yet another tiff with my shifty landlord and despite my relatively cheerful mood lately, it fracking pissed me off to no end. He's trying to get out of paying the trash bill from now on, which is listed as included in the rent on our lease (the rent which he hiked up $50 after we first saw the place). He was trying to sneak it by, and I only found out because I called DWP to check on a strange charge.
Here's the email I sent to my roommate about it yesterday:
He just called me at work and is trying to make some bullshit deal with me by saying that he'll put the bars on the windows by January if we cover the trash bill, because some shit about how he's losing his job in two weeks and didn't realize our unit gets charged for trash.
This is bullshit because:
a) Why the fuck should we pay for improvements to his property? I brought this up with him and he gave me some excuse like "not everyone likes bars on the windows so future tenants might not be into it". Ummm, people who don't like bars on windows don't consider moving to fucking [really shitty neighborhood in east Los Angeles]. Also why is he trying to bribe us with safety???
b) Oh hey, remember that time when stupid people took on a bunch of mortgages they couldn't afford and then our economy went straight to hell because they lost their jobs and defaulted on their home loans? Uh yeah, not my fault...I'm a renter.
c) Our lease: "Covered utilities: trash".
d) If he's in dire need of money, he can sell his fucking brand-new BMW.
Sorry if I seem harsh. Every time I talk to him he makes me stabby.
I promise my next post will be a return to the usual fucked-up stories from my past, and I might even throw in a short-shorted photo as an apology...cause I'm classy like that.