Moving on up....

Er rather down...to the east side! We're
finally got a piece of the pie. (Humming
the Jefferson theme song). Well it looks
like Jack and I are headed downtown or
to Roosevelt Island. Our apt is no longer
viable for us to live in. Apparently
someone moved in or our landlord has
stop tending the apt building that we
have many new roommates. Call em Bob,
Will or Mike but they're roaches! Yes
COCK-roaches! 1-2 inches in length and
JUST DIGUSTING! It all started two nites ago
when I was relaxing and watching some tv
when I saw something stir out of the
corner of my eye. A f*cking FLYING cockroach.
Ohmigod, I was banging on the livingroom
wall, yelling "Jack! Jack! Jack! Come HERE!"
I wasn't gonna let that fooker out of my
line of sight for fear we never find it again :(
Immediately he got the most hazardous bug
spray that we own and sprayed away. Ugh
yesterday at work he bombed the whole apt
and reported via gmail messenger that at
least 6 more COCKroaches crawled to their
deaths along with like 20 mini ones. Oh my
god I can't begin to tell you how creeped out
we are. We have NEVER had a problem like
this before. We keep our apt CLEAN. Dishes
are washed regularly, trash taken out daily,
etc, etc..there's just no way they came from us!

What's worst and it gets worst, Jack
decided last night before we went
to bed to wash the blankets and
we changed the bed sheets to clean ones
from an unopen package that I brought
last summer. So because I have to leave the
apt at 6am, I went to bed and Jack stayed up
to do the wash. Around 2am, he finally
came to bed and I vaguely remember him
putting the comforter on me and snuggling
next to me. When the next instant he had
leapt and I mean physically jumped 3 feet
into the air, sprung over me (the bed is
against the wall and I was sleeping on the
outter edge) and yanked me awake. In my
slumber I tried to gather myself in an up-
right position and Jack had turned on the
lights pointing to the bed, frantic and I
groggily tried to focus on his lips to read
what he was trying to say. Apparently there
was a roach in bed with us! And sure
enough that little fooker ambled out.
*shudders* Jack got the mini dustbuster
and sucked that fooker right up.
He then ordered me to sleep in the LR on
the newly washed couch cover while
he tore the bedroom apart spraying and
gathered almost every piece of clothing we
own, clean or dirty to put in his car and
tonight we will go to the laundry mat to
wash clothes! Finally around 3am the
bedroom was declared "safe" again. We
both turned on EVERY light we have in
the apt to keep those shitters away from
us! Jack will be re-bombing the apt again.
I don't think I can ever cook there again!
I don't think I can get rid of the heebie-
jeebies and the need to check every
little itch I feel for those fookers. This is
so gross but I asked Jack how did he know
there was one in the bed? And he replied
(if your gross factor is low, do not read)
He felt it on his head! Oh man does that
mean that disgusting creature was in bed
with me?!

I told Jack last night NONE of our furniture
(Its not like we have a lot) will come with
us except the new bed! And that bed will
have to be bombed like 5xs before it gets
moved to wherever we move to! Our goal
is to move out of our dump of an apt by
Nov 1st. We just can't live like this.

Right now Jack is my hero! He's the one
dealing with this while I am working 3
jobs at 4 different campuses. Lets
hope todays round of bombs does the
trick?!