Each year, the monthly rent for my West Village, 2nd floor, separate kitchen, one minute to Magnolia Bakery, one block to the train apartment increases (use your Dr. Evil voice) one–hundred–dollars. Being a "routine-ist" as one friend puts it, I grew accustomed and in fact took comfort in the moderate, yet consistent increase. It was a reminder that as long as I pay my rent on time, make a little bit more money each year and don't piss off one of my neighbors, I could basically stay in this apartment forever.
But no matter how routine this becomes, when the Manila "lease renewal" envelope arrives, I still get the shits. Because just like the California rolls on the all-you-can-eat buffet line, some thing's always a bit off. So in hopes of easing the pain, I had my girlfriend open it for me.
My landlord is raising my rent (this time use your shocked Jack Tripper voice) eleven-hundred-dollars-per-month?!?!?
So after 3 years as a reliable tenant, it's like that, huh? A broker friend of mine said the market value for my apartment is now about $2500 per month, I currently pay $1900. So they offered me a ridiculous, impossible to stomach lease increase, which no sane "current" tenant would pay, forcing me out on the street (OK, maybe I'm exaggerating, but still...) F**k Manhattan. F**k this neighborhood. F**k this building. F**k Magnolia's cupcakes. (OK, not the cupcakes.)
Ever heard the saying, "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it?" Well, it got to me first. I'm moving to Brooklyn.
aww jeez. how about **** blog-writing-cross-commenting lovers?
Posted by: avisualperson | October 02, 2006 at 04:21 PM
"F**k" is so cute. My baby is so cute. But I'm with you *uc* Manhattan.
Posted by: mimster | October 01, 2006 at 03:21 PM
and this, a week after your NORM post? that is fuggin' wack dude.
Posted by: avisualperson | September 27, 2006 at 09:42 PM
jejejejejejejejejeje.
Posted by: jimmie stone | September 26, 2006 at 09:09 PM