Bushwick, Baby!

I moved back into Erica's apartment last weekend. So far, I've just been slowly setting up. Her apartment is rather grody, and I cleaned it up a bit during my last stay, but it had since gone back to its own ways. I got Erica to clean with me tonight. We'd talked about it with the other girls, having it be a cleaning party. Somehow it didn't feel that way. Erica didn't seem to be in a good mood at all. Rachel did her thing, and I scrubbed down the appliances and threw out a yucky old bag of flour filled with mealworms. Did get distracted at one point by the boyfriend calling me from Haiti. It's been 3 weeks now and he says he's hoping to be back by Sunday.
I was talking to Rachel's boyfriend who is a handy guy. He's been trying really hard to find a job here in the city and then I found out he's a high school dropout. No wonder. Even the verizon service people all have GEDs and they're all as dumb as rocks. He is certainly much smarter than a rock, but just by not having a GED, he is automatically not a candidate. Michael's having a hard enough time finding work without a college degree. To not even have a high school one...wow, that's rough.