Die, slumlords, die! Or you know, fix my motherfucking power.

You know what's really awesome? Having no power during a heat wave!

Actually, "no power" is kind of an exaggeration. I have a working light in the living room. I have a working TV in the living room. I have a… no wait. That's it. Because the fridge is out, and both bedrooms are out, and A/C? Out. Out. And out.

I'd be sweating it harder if I hadn't gotten a memo last night from the tenant's association about a meeting Tuesday to discuss the issues with our building and the two buildings on either side that the management company also owns, among them:

1) Elevator broken more often than not

2) Front door lock frequently broken, thereby allowing anyone off the street to walk in and engage in nefarious activities

3) Half of the building hasn't had gas in over a month

4) There is apparently a critter problem on the lower floors

So, the tenants are taking on the slumlords. I, for one, am looking forward to fighting the good fight. And if I do it with the cute boy in my building that I have a crush on by my side, even better.