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In The Ghetto…

Published September 22, 2012 by amyhitstheatmosphere

Across the street from my place at 4:30 yesterday afternoon! 2 guys beating up another guy with a board from a fence… 7 days til we move!!


Cartman sang it best:


You Do Not Live Here!

Published September 17, 2012 by amyhitstheatmosphere

Home alone & someone just tried to get into my apartment again. Don’t know if it was that same drunk guy that tried before. Waited until they stopped trying to get their key in the door then I went and locked the deadbolt… Did I mention I can’t wait to leave this place?? 13 daaayyyyss…

Real Life Nurse Jackie?

Published September 14, 2012 by amyhitstheatmosphere

Had a weird experience at the pharmacy yesterday. I’ve been struggling to quit smoking for YEARS (other than the time I did quit for 2 years which was 2 years ago) and it’s getting out of control.
I’m not able to use the nicotine patch, the gum doesn’t cut it and the side effects of popular drugs used for smoking cessation kind of freak me out so, when I saw an ad on TV for the Nicorette Quickmist (nicotine spray!) I figured it was worth a shot. (I can see me getting totally hooked on that little canister but we’ll cross that bridge later…)

Anyway! The pharmacist! I’m waiting at the counter because they don’t keep certain items on the general shelves. Another lady is waiting to pick up her prescription but the pharmacist is in the back room. He comes out and is walking kind of slow, I got a fleeting thought that he seemed a little out of it but didn’t pay too much attention. After he assists the lady he asks what he can help me with so I asked for the Nicorette Quickmist and he takes a box of generic Gravol off the shelf and hands it to me. I repeat what I wanted and he said, “This will help. Thank you. Bye.” and walks away.
Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I thought maybe he really DID misunderstand me so I piped up and said, “No, I wanted the NICORETTE QUICKMIST. Second shelf from the bottom on the far right.”
He goes over to it and points and says, “Oh this… You don’t need it. Just take that, it will help. Thank you. Bye.” And walks away!!!!  And this guy is the head pharmacist/owner.

At this point I was completely blown away, like “What just happened?” The whole time he was moving and talking kind of slowly so I’m convinced he was on something. I left the gravol on the counter and walked out.

My BFF said I should have DEMANDED he give me what I asked for, and she’s probably right but at that point I was just speechless and kind of weirded out so I went to another pharmacy and had no issues!

Either he was on something or he thought I was 12. In which case, he could have asked for ID. But I’m going with the first one.

People are strange.

Is She Crazy?

Published August 31, 2012 by amyhitstheatmosphere

I’m moving to a haunted house. I won’t get into all the specifics about how I KNOW it’s haunted, that’s for another day; this is just an intro post to what might be a new series on my blog called, “My Haunted House”.

Some people don’t believe in spirits which their prerogative but I also think it’s a little strange when someone doesn’t believe. They will say things like, “It’s never been scientifically proven.” to which I usually reply, “Science is simply the quest to answer unanswered questions. Things that weren’t proven 100 years ago were no less real then than they are now. So, it’s just a matter of time.” And if science NEVER “proves” the existence of spirits; that’s okay too because I have enough of my own experiences to draw a very solid conclusion.

We are set to move at the end of September so here’s hoping for peaceful coexistence!