of note...

When a person spends the greater part of their weekend at Starbucks in Hell's Kitchen, she sees quite a few odd things. A few of the highlights:

Crazy man from the neighborhood comes in with his electic guitar (he ALWAYS has it) clothed in his black jeans and leather jacket complete with black leather arm cover with metal spikes coming out of it. He decides that today was a great day to come into MY starbucks and scream crazy things. About 8 old ladies got up and walked out. Talk about a mood killer.

Crazy schizophrenic lady sitting next to me starts talking to the whole place about anything and everything. Mainly Bill Clinton's brain tumor and how it had to be biopsied (is that how you spell that???) and how Hillary Clinton is commiting crimes against humanity. Oh another good one was, "That girl that just walked in with the pink shirt on caused me pain in my right knee!! Pain in my right knee!!!" Very strange. She also liked to sing. One of her favorites is an old Sister's of Mercy tune probably from Catholic high school years...she was definitely an odd duck.

Also crazy but not medically, when you sit by the condiment bar (as I've named it -- you know, the thing with the milk and sugar and all that. If anyone knows the real name for it just let me know) you see some strange things. It is disgusting and rediculous the amount of CRAP people put in their drinks. This one guy stops at the condiment bar with his grande americano, pours about 1/4th of it into the trash (a very common practice, I have seen...who told people it was ok to pour excess hot beverage into a trash can with a plastic liner???), proceed to fill the now empty space with half and half and then dump in SIX packets of Equal. That is repulsive! Any calories saved by using Equal were automatically cancelled out by the horendous amount of half and half anyway....I can't even imagine what that concoction tasted like...cancer is probably what it tasted like. That's what frequently adding SIX packets of Equal to your coffee drink will give you. And the sad part is, I kinda got used to watching people put crazy amounts of milk and sugar/sugar substitues in their drinks. Whatever happened to a splash of milk and one sugar??? Seriously people, think about your health!

On other notes, my bathroom ceiling has started leaking AGAIN. This, of course, is after the maintenace people have come to "fix" it about 3 or 4 times. This last time they actually cut a piece of the ceiling out, got moldy old building sheetrock all over my bathroom, left it for a few days saying they would fix the problem upstairs, came back, patched it up and said it should be fixed. RIGHT. I knew I shouldn't have believed that... Yesterday, I heard a constant drip up in the ceiling (it wasn't coming through yet) and I knew that that was NOT a good sign. So I saw that the ceiling was starting to get wet spots and I went upstairs to talk to weirdo and his partner about their bathroom situation and how they need to actually get it fixed this time for real (novel idea i know). I walk in, step near his bathroom (the whole place is disgusting by the way), look in and he's all like, "well we're having lots of problems with this whole thing but I don't think that it's leaking." Yeah buddy it is. So he asks me if I know what exactly it is. Well if the leaking over my sink as well as my toilet is any indication, I'd say his sink and toilet. And this was the grossest part...he opened up the lid of the toilet and it looked like a public park toilet that hadn't been in working order for quite some time and no one had come out to fix it. Brown water at a very low level...the whole nine yards. He closed that real fast. I'm like, "WELL HELLO! There's the problem" Obviously the thing is not working, or not working properly. I don't want to know where they are actually using the bathroom. Who knows. So I told them to call and have it fixed because I didn't want to have mine "fixed" again without theirs actually being fixed first. Whatever...I have my doubts that they will actually do it. As of this afternoon, there is a crack with sheetrock pulling away, dripping "water." If this dripping continues must longer, I'm gonna go on a rent strike or something.