But actually calling it a SRO is a bit negative. It’s a very small studio or maybe if you were really optimistic a very small loft (since loft seems to mean now apartment with no walls.)
I sublet a portion of my studio in Boyle Heights that I was illegally living in and I’m now using that income to pay for me to live at the Rosslyn.
Is that welfare? Is that capitalism? I don’t know it’s maybe a mixture of both.
I missed that Sex in the City gene of loving to shop and waste money (hey I thought that show was supposed to be satire…) To me paying rent is a waste of money, which means you should pay the least amount of rent that you can get away with.
In college when I moved out of the dorms I lived on Sunset and Fairfax directly across the street from the Virgin Megastore for four hundred dollars a month. Yes four hundred dollars!!!
That was one of my most proud achievements as a college student. I would invite people over and go, “Guess how much I pay?”
My old friends have grown tired of this game and always say thing like “Two dollars.”
Such jerks. That destroys the whole beauty of the game.
I’m currently wearing a coat that costs me five dollars. There is this great store by the Hammer, everything is five dollars.
In LA no one admires thrifty people.
I’m the cheapest most glamorous woman in the world.
I had a friend who used to brag about how she paid one million dollars to live in Mar Vista. I always thought that was a horrible story.
My parents are working class stock. I remember when applying to college my dad was actually very proud of the fact that he had worked so much over-time that I no longer qualified for need based financial aid.
My dad was happy to pay for my tuition at Mount St Mary’s College. He would have been happy to pay for me to go anywhere.
He had pasted the letters of the schools I had been accepted at and my SAT scores on his desk. The point of this I guess was because he was proud of me or maybe it was to show the guys at his job how much better his kid was in comparison to theirs.
Possibly it was both?
“She’s like that girl on Head of the Class,” Daddy.
Head of the Class was a TV show in the 80s where a bunch of gifted kids got to talk about how gifted they were.
I attempted to use that TV show as evidence of why I should not have to be forced into the LA Archdiocese school system for my final years of school, didn’t work..
His dream for me was for me to go to law school and to become super rich and to maybe get over my dressing like a homeless person thing.
“Do you need some money, so you can do something more fancy with your hair?” Daddy.
My mom tried more drastic measures. She would just throw my clothes away and my tennis shoes, tennis shoes that I had systematically made dirty and holey on purpose.
“You’re such a pretty girl, why do you want to look like a bum?” Mommy.
My first day of law school I went out to smoke and never went back. I guess I’m sort of a cliche.
Yeah so going back to my super cheap apartment.
Want to know how cheap it is 549 dollars a month. I’m thinking about just paying the whole year in advance, because 549 dollars. That’s practically free. I’m practically living in LA for free.
I also don’t have a car.
I won’t use my credit cards.
I got some half-ass scholarships, but mainly I got through school the old fashioned way, working. Eventually I got smart and became a school employee, a real one, so I could get a 50% discount on tuition (I was the worst secretary in the WORLD) and before I moved off campus I was a RA (at a different college—long story,) which included free rent and a stipend, but I hated telling people what to do. I was also bad in emergencies.
“There’s a fire Browne,” resident.
“I’m kind of busy smoking right now,” Browne.
So I have no college loans (thanks in part to Daddy who thought working on Christmas was the most fabulous thing ever!!!)
LA is one of the easiest big cities to live in, because the only thing that really costs money is the bells and whistles.
It’s the appearance of things we all get caught up in.
Unless you have kids and then this place is insane.
The Rosslyn has some weirdoes, well it has lots of weirdoes, but your rent is 549 dollars, which frees you to never have to be around the weirdoes.
I’m actually saving to buy a repo’d condo. I saw some for less that 200k. Can you imagine what it will be like at the end of next year?
Actually I’m kidding. I don’t want a repo’d condo, that seems like bad karma. I don’t want some else’s bad luck. Maybe a place in Paris or Lagos, so when this place becomes like Mad Max I will have a place to stay.
It may sound like I’m bragging. Well I am, but I just have never put much value on stuff.
I sometimes wish I liked stuff, my life would be so much easier.
I like drinking, hanging out with my significant other and going on vacation. In college I worked 40 plus hours a week at certain points, while taking 18 units (I hated homework and felt getting out of college as quickly as possible would help in making the homework thing go away, who knew all of these other problems would pop up after college.)
In college before I found out the school employee trick I worked as a cigarette girl, barista, a retail clerk, a fantasy phone girl, inventory, telemarketer….and then after college I worked in corporate America (I was shockingly good, I quit after they promoted me and wanted me to move to NY), nonprofits (some of people in nonprofits are sort of mean, no lots of them are mean) and the arts and I realized something working sucks and the more stuff you buy the more you have to work.
You can’t be a real adult if you aren’t in control of your life, so I’ve decided to have complete control over my life by owning nothing and investing in tax-deferred annuities.
Though I haven’t told my parents about my new place.
Maybe I should start a poll?
by Browne Molyneux
(Updates with pictures of the remodeling of my apartment shortly…I’ve spend the last month making it the most efficient 200 square feet of space in the world, I’m shocking handy with the tools…)