I used to like washing and drying my own dirty dishes. I used to like to have to carry four baskets of dirty clothes to my car, parked half a block away and take them to the laundromat where I could shell out a bagful of quarters and talk to the local weirdos. I used to like to wake up sneezing every morning because of the mold in the walls. And I certain miss the single mom yelling at her brat to behave himself, only to have him yell at her to make him a sandwich. I miss hearing the nightly,
...rather intense, amorous behavior of the couple above us. But above all that, I miss shelling out my hard-earned cash to live in San Diego, CA and barely keeping my head above water. Ah, good times. Unfortunately, all that is gone now that I moved into the Charles Point Apartments in South Medford, OR. In addition to having to park 10 feet from my apartment (huge inconvenience when unloading groceries), they've also added a full gym and large pool, which means I have to work out and be healthy again. The nerve! The staff at CPA...uh...don't get me started on how helpful and nice these people are! Can I get at least one slumlord up in here? And why is the air-conditioning so efficient, so cold? Why are they forcing free cable and internet on me? Its just too much. Also, having to watch a beautiful sunset every night from my private patio, well, that is just the camel that broke the straw's back. I might just beat these people at their own game and stay a very very long time. I'm gonna do it. You watch.
