Entries in FIPS Cares (55)
The husband has a new(ish) mantra that goes something like this...
"You want (fill in the blank: to go to Vienna for Christmas? to buy a front door? to pay the bills?) Get a job!"
To which I reply:
"I have a job. In fact, I have many jobs."
To which he replies:
"A real job. As in one that involves a salary and perhaps a subway."
Yes, I'm getting the distinct sense that my time of playing June to his Ward is drawing to a close.
I'm with him. In principle.
Look: I don't want to get into a whole convo on this issue cause if you think "don't ask, don't tell" is a good rule for our country to have, then I think you're an asshole. Bottom line is: Now that the house voted to repeal, we're close to coming correct on this ish and we all need to pitch in.
So if you're NOT an asshole, you should totally sign Prez O's petition, and get other non-asshole peeps you know to sign it too so that we can officially repeal this bullshit once and for all.
Let's make it happen bleeding heart liberal hippie haven Park Slope!
Anyone have some tips for our fine FIPS reader?
"Hi there - would you be willing to entertain my question about how my wife and I can move in to the new apartment we are renting from the owner in a co-op building during the potential doorman strike? I can't be the only person experiencing this...and we are actually trying to move into the building to save money.
So far, everyone - building management, the RAB,the CNYC has said I have to hold off on my move, But this is my personal property, so do the "house rules" apply without the doorman? What legal precedents exist? If I end up without either place who would be responsible to pay for the in-between housing, storage costs, work time lost, etc..."
I'm no lawyer, but I'm guessing this dude would be SOL. Anyone?
I believe it was the wise Black Eyed Peas who once said (and I quote): "They say they love my ass in / Seven Jeans, True religion..." Couldn't have said it better myself.
Anyway, remember that recesh that sent our economy flying into a giant pile of shit? Well, some of us mofos are still waiting to get over that, except the problem is -- our gentrified jeans ain't waiting. I'll spare you the details (FINE, my thighs are currently a leeetle too close together -- it's a genetic defect), bottom line: I need someone who can do a decent job fixing my hot pants, preferably without charging up the ass for it.
Thoughts? Suggestions? As always, if you're afraid of the Slope tailor mafia, feel free to go stealth anon.
[ed. note: OH SNAP! I got another tip that Janine is an absolute miracle worker. You can reach her at email@example.com].