So Much To Say, And yet so little

It has been awhile since my last post.
So much has happened. While each new blow has come along it has been dreadful and so i figured i would be merciful and not bore to death anyone about it.

and so in re-cap you will have the short version....

the woman i had rented my cottage to turned out to be an absolute head case.
a watchful friend alerted me to the fact of moving vehicle at my place and phoned me.
i alerted my father (the assigned property manager) who contacted the tenant who told him amidst a string of profanities that she was leaving in 3 days time.

huh. lease broken. my place damaged and fucked up to the tune of several more thousand dollars and this piece of white trash that was shown kindness and consideration disregards moral and legal commitments and leaves. and swears i am the one who has wronged her.

okay. moving on....

scheduling contractors from across the country is a pain in the ass. my best friends are so innundated and very busy with their own lives that they cannot be bothered to return a call or take a 30 minute drive to unlock the house. huh.

this pissed me off. i have done this and far more for them in their time of need. their reasoning for unavailability is that i can have 'people' take care of such things.

while in the past, 'people' has meant hired help - i no longer have the funds to open my bank account to 'people' - hence the calling on my friends.

truth be told - when i was able to afford 'people' and my friends could not, that pissed THEM off. and now it seems, this is their way of playing jeuvenile 'payback'. fuck that.

the house is a wreck. i have scheduled contractors to attend to it, i have pressed my father into service to supervise these people. shame on me for interrupting his extensive social life but given the fact he has my entire art collection in his house i figure its a fair trade.

it seems people are standing in line to rent my place and so its down to sifting through them. my honest preference would be to have the house burn to the ground. i have no good sentiment attached to it any longer and am not able to sell it for a fraction of what it owed on the mortgage. so oh well -
i will sift through more white trash that swear they will care for it and take care of it while they destroy it and refuse to pay rent. sigh.

JUNE!!! how could i forget to mention 'june'?! spectacularly hot, hot, hot woman i have been smitten with for a year and a half:
after much time spent with her i was shocked to realize how STUPID, how IGNORANT and how proud she is to be stupid and ignorant of life in new york and boston and new england in general.

she wants a guy with a ten gallon hat, a belt buckle bigger than his head and truck bigger than his trailer. wow.
i met with her for lunch this week wearing a red polo shirt layered under a navy checked izod button down with stone colored flat front chinos and bucks and she waved her hand around my torso and said "what the fuck is this? is this supposed to be 'fashiony'??? and proceeded to snort.

me drawing prolonged deep breath with full posture in effect, jaw set realized i might as well launch into a soliloquy in mandarin.
add to that: i showed this same woman my dream car i found online on ebay: a 1997 Volvo 850R straight from the factory, sport wagon replete with the roof rails, third seat for the little ones, bright red. super fabulously waspy mode of conveyance.
she shit all over it declaring it stupidest thing she had ever seen.
my infatuation with her was OVER the instant i heard those words pass her beautiful, talented, rose colored lips.
done. done. done.
PUKE!!!! shame on me for being blinded by her body. well - not really. you would be too. but the volvo sport wagon test she failed. and that's all she had to pass or fail and so, she's done.
and what does she do now that she has been dismissed? she can't talk to me enough. she can't e-mail me enough.
again - puke. GO A-W-A-Y. ugh. and this is what is attracted to me in texas.

and just like that june was here for a short while and its not june anymore.

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Man -- goodwood -- you live a complicated life. I guess I share your experience with renting property and suffering disasters, though never from a deranged tenant; and your east coast preppy preferences as well (do I have that right?). But I do own a pair of cowboy boots that I kind of like, a belt and buckle with lots of memories (buckle about 2-1/2 inches in diameter - shaped like the MGM lion head, sort of) and a real Stetson hat that I almost never get a chance to wear. I've enjoyed visiting the western plains, though not with the intention of staying. And only there was I ever able to get that Stetson steamed and blocked properly. Yea -- different worlds.

Not bored at all. Thanks for the glimpse of chaos, and I hope you're able to get things to calm down.
 
Man, some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. And I don't care how hot June might look. She sounds like she could use a drop kick into the next county. I think your taste in clothes is great -- no ten-gallon hats or big ole belt buckles for me -- even in Texas.

Sorry you are having the deal with the landlord issues -- what a pain in the ass! Good luck man, and hope things start looking up for you real soon.
 
You always make me laugh, goodwood. I know a lot of this stuff is serious but the way you describe things just cracks me up! But, seriously, I can relate to your problems with tenants. I've never had any come anywhere near yours for craziness and destruction, but I do agonise over the "care" some tenants are prepared to give - like zero!

As for June, I agree that she is a shallow twat.
 

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