What? You don't fuck wit the future?

I was asked that question in jest. But being as though my present is bumming me out, I'm about to start.

My grandmother passed yesterday afternoon. It was inevitable but still left a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I've never experienced. I'm currently up in my apartment. My mom is downstairs in my grandmother's apartment, talking to the two caretakers who watched my grandmother while she was at work. Nice ladies. There will soon be piles of food here. Already, 7 big trays of food are in various ovens.

The leasing manager for the apartment downtown I am/was trying to move into is either a moron or thinks I'm one. I knew that my grandmother would pass before the summer so I told the guy on at least 2 seperate occasions that I was looking to move into the place in June. Of course, he sends me information regarding a deposit and first month's rent, saying my move in date is on the 4th of May. I've called him twice and he hasn't returned my calls. I'm seriously just about to tell this guy to fuck off. I mean, if I owned a business, I'd be a lot more prompt in responding to someone who's going to be fattening my pockets.

On a lighter note, yesterday, my pop decided to share a story with me about the porn movie he got from my uncle and how he was going to "spank the monkey" later on that night. I couldn't help but laugh at him. Thanks pops.