not like I care

I spent the morning getting rid of that tv- called 2 people and the 2nd came and got it. Weird couple, the lady seemed as if she'd had a rough life and was coming out of the detox phase- scraggly hair and boyfriend who made no eye contact and drove a Dodge Neon. Their email said that she'd recently lost everything in a fire and needed stuff, so I opted to call her, out of the 20 responses I got.

Then, went to check out the couch "collection" from the guy on craigslist, and love it- just have to find a time when either J and I or him and J can go pick it up, anytime before Sept. 9th. It's great- huge cushy gray/charcoal and will fit right in our place.
Put 400 down and the rest later. I know we could find shit for cheaper but this is more mature and nice, and worth it.

Then, the bed dudes came to the old place to pick up the bed, and I tried to get them to take the couch too, but of course they had no truck, a miracle they were even able to strap the bed to the top of their buick.

And then I spent the rest of the afternoon packing stuff up, and on the phone with the landlady and at&t to get a jack in the house working. Dammit. Legally they are supposed to have one working jack in the house- and I even called Larry the Handyman on craigslist to ask his opinion, and he said that all 3 jacks in the house aren't working poses a bigger problem, and I should call the big guns to have them fix it. So, sometime between 8-12 on Tuesday, hope Jefe's home, they'll come down.

Hence the title, like I really care, because I've got trusty old wireless access from trusty ol' unsuspecting who-knows-who.

FUCKin A wish I had a truck to take care of some big shit... slow moving this time, that's for sure.

love.