dextra: (Sinfest - Glory that is US)
That's the sound I made when I got up this morning because my back hates me. I've gotten almost everything moved over to Mom's. I'm at the old place in Morehead right now. I brought the laptop since I can still mooch some wifi here. :p Not so at Mom's. Which means I'll be MIA from the internets for a while. Which is going to make me fucking batty for a while. I'll still be able to check my email from my phone, but if I reply, it'll be brief. I text message like a mofo, but sometimes I'll just get tired of staring at a little screen and just call you. :p

So if you don't have my number and would wish to harrass me (which is totally welcomed), my number is 606-356-4549. I'm sure most of you had it anyway, but just to be sure.

So I've been tired and sore and a little annoyed. I got up this morning and decided to make a cup of coffee, and couldn't for the life of me figure out why the coffee pot wasn't working. Took me and Mom 15 minutes to realize the power was out. *facepalm* Her shitty friend Ginger had the electricity cut off without telling us she was doing it or when. I mean, it was going to happen eventually, but a little warning would have been nice. So Mom went to go get that fixed. She called me when I was on my way here, and said that when she called, the power company told her that they might not be able to get it on until Monday. WHUT. I told her to go to the office and demand that it get fixed to-fucking-day. And to also tell them that she has a large, mentally unstable, easily annoyed daughter that will kill them with a rusty spoon if they don't. I am NOT sitting in the fucking dark for two days because someone else neglected to tell us about this. And I just saw Ginger yesterday. She didn't say a thing about it.

*sigh* Anyway. Other than that, I've got a weekend's worth of cleaning and unpacking to look forward to. And then Monday it's back to the job hunting. S'funny, I got a call from AT&T a few minutes ago. I almost didn't answer it because I was afraid they were going to ask me when I'm going to pay my bill. That's doubly funny since they're sending me that check. But anyway, I had applied for a position at one of their call centers a while back, and they were calling to ask me if I wanted to come to a presentation about that. I went ahead and scheduled it, but it's not until the 12th, and it's all the way in Grayson. I'll go if I don't find something before then, but damn. If I were still here in Morehead that wouldn't be so bad, but now that I'm further away from there, that blows.

My mother's friends are weird. *laughs* Well, a different kind of weird than me, anyway. Her friend Kelly called last night and kept trying to hit on me. My mom is such a dyke hag. She talks to Kelly or Mary (Kelly's wife) all the time. And Kelly and I were pretending to flirt with each other just to skeeve Mom out. It was funny. :p She's fun, but not my type. And I don't like to talk about other people's weight, but that chick is close to 500 pounds. That's not even an exaggeration. I know people that would love to have death by pussy, but I'd bet they'd think twice if that's the way it was going to happen.

Thank god Tony called so I could have an excuse to get away from their weird. :p I think it freaked him out a little with the way I yelled at Mom. She asked who I was talking to, because she was being a smartass and nosy. I just yelled back "It's none of your goddamn business!" He was like "Who were you talking to?" I said "Oh, just a couple of lesbians. And my mom." Thankfully he doesn't scare easily. *laughs*

We talked for a while last night and came to the conclusion and realization that we're falling for each other. I mean, we do get a little on the romantic side too, but we both have that same kind of dry, acerbic, humorous way of approaching the subject of our feelings for one another. But at the same time there's a little bit of junior high mentality too. Like he'll say something like "Y'know, I think you're really really pretty and sweet, and I just want to hold you sometimes." And then he'll follow it up a beat or two later with "Shut up", like I'm going to laugh at him for saying it. That little bit of insecurity is endearing to me. Confidence is good, too, and he does have it, but he's not so arrogant that he assumes he's the shiznit.

And damn, anyone that can keep up with me texting Bloodhound Gang lyrics back and forth is a fucking keeper. My text messages on my phone are hilarious, because the lyrics to "Fire Water Burn" are all right there, you can read them straight through. :p
dextra: (Funny if it wasn't me)
I've just been busy getting my house in order. It's a bit of a pain. Half of my bed is still in the living room due to a small problem with getting it all up the stairs. I'll have to dismantle my headboard a bit to get it up. The only problem there is that all of the screws holding the wrought iron panel on come out, except for one, and the head is stripped on it. *facepalm* So now I get to figure out how to get that apart.

I've not escaped injury with this move. No, I have a nice little golf-ball sized lump on my calf from dropping a shelf on it, and a pinched palm from a dvd rack. Fun. I nearly murdered Critter (kid's dad - I'll refer to him by that name from now on since I know too many people named Chris). He knocked over the bookshelf CJ's ashes sit on, and the urn went with it. Thankfully, the urn is metal and has a screw-top lid. So it was fine. The shelf...well, CJ decided it needed a dent in it.

I've still got a pile of shit to do. I did get my taxes done today, so that's one less thing. My big stresser now is getting a job. I just really need dental benefits. I need to get a couple of teeth removed before I cave my own fucking skull in. Shit ain't funny anymore.

Oh well. Back to cleaning.

I made it!

Feb. 2nd, 2008 09:36 am
dextra: (Bunny bacon)
I finally got here. I love it. I got in last night, but I've been busy unloading things, obviously. I did take pictures of the house before I got too much stuff in here, so I'll probably upload those later tonight, depending on how long I can get away with mooching on the neighbor's wifi signal. So far so good, but...yeah.

The kids are killing each other, gotta go.
dextra: (Funny if it wasn't me)
It's official. I am Murphy's Law incarnate. It poured rain on me all the way up here. I make it to the hotel just as the rain was starting to freeze. So I had one hell of a time just getting up the hill to the hotel to begin with.

Other than the shitty weather, I seem to be doing fine with the driving. It just took me forever to get here because of the weather. The rain was coming down so hard in spots that traffic slowed down to about 45 mph, in an area where on a normal day I'd be doing about 80. And that was over several hours, so...yeah. Fun.

The only problem I've had driving is that the trailer will sometimes start swaying left and right behind me. So I either have to brake or accelerate to straighten it out. Depends on what kind of traffic I'm in. So that freaked me out the first time it happened, but once I figured out how to correct it, it wasn't too much of a problem.

It's supposed to be snowing in the morning. *grimace* But it's just supposed to be early in the morning, so if I wait until 9 or 10, the morning traffic will have warmed the road enough to be driveable.

Well, I've eaten and showered, so I'm going to get some sleep.
dextra: (QOW - Future will eat me)
I've got the U-haul trailer. It's attached to the Jeep and in the driveway. Sort of. My goofy ass redneck neighbors couldn't move their truck so I could get it closer to the door because that truck isn't running. Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but the landlord gets pretty miffed about that sort of thing. So I had to pull in behind it so as to not block everyone else. Oh well, if that truck's not running, then they'll get over it.

I did have a glorious moment of durr when I was on my way back from the U-haul place. I tried to take a shortcut back to my house through the subdivision, so I wouldn't have to be on the main road. Yeah, I took the wrong street and ended up at a dead end. Do you know how hard it is to make a turn like that? A Jeep Cherokee with 14 feet of aggravation behind me? Pain in the ass. But I got it. So at least I figured out how to do that.

Michele and Josh are on thier way up from New Orleans. Ashley said she and Bryant might not be over until later tonight, like around 6 or 7. Well, I hope they like dragging shit around in the dark, because my porch light only does so much and the streetlight is possessed by a dyslexic monkey. The light stays on all day, and then shuts off at night. Sometimes it's on at night, but not often.

Ugh. One of these days I'm going to learn to wear gloves when I clean the bathroom. My hands are a mess.

Space bags are the shit. I've compressed my entire wardrobe into pancakes. Well, on the commercials they make it look like pancakes. Mine kind of look like...Baby Ruths. They're all lumpy. I need to go get a couple more though. I thought I had enough, but I still have to get the pillows.

I was kind of worried that I wouldn't be able to fit everything in the trailer. But once I saw it, I knew it would be fine. That's a math that I can't deal with in my head. I have to be able to see what I'm supposed to be cramming things into.

I'm planning on getting up very early tomorrow to take off. I'm going to have to go slower due to the trailer, so it's going to take a little longer. It's about 8 hours to Nashville, and that's cruising at about 75. I'm trying to cut down on night driving, so that should work out just fine. I've got a room reserved, so C.J., if you want to try to meet up again, I'm up for it if you are. :) Just let me know.
dextra: (LJ Procrastination)
It's totally left me. Oh, I'm sure I'll get up and moving here shortly since I made a pot of OMFGWHEE coffee. It's that Sumatra blend from Starbucks from that gift basket you guys sent me. I'd been holding onto it for just such a purpose.

Since Brian's friend Chris is taking over the apartment after I leave, I no longer have to worry about getting everything out of here. In fact, Chris said anything I want to leave, he'll be able to put to use. So that's pretty cool. I do have to get the majority of the stuff I'm throwing out out of here today though, since the garbage gets picked up in the morning. To say I'm getting nervous is an understatement.

I'll have to go get a ball hitch installed on the Jeep tomorrow. Since I don't have one. And I'll have to pay someone to do it, since I'm mechanically inept, and I'm not crawling under a car.

Michele messaged me earlier to tell me she and Josh will be up on Wednesday to help me load up, which is really cool. The guys at the office said that if I still need any help to just give them a call. I might. I don't want to interrupt the work day, but when it comes to getting the stairs on and off to get the bed down, I don't think Josh and I can handle that by ourselves.

I visited the Ra Shop yesterday and got some detox stuff. I'm going to get a fresh start on things after I get up there. I want to quit smoking, for one. And get a kickstart on getting back in shape. Getting a fresh start without all the impurities and toxins in my system will be good for that. My kidneys could use a good flushing too. I usually do that about once or twice a year, but the stuff I'd used before wasn't very good. The girl at the shop says that this stuff will be more of a permanent fix, and not just a temporary one like most products are. I hope she's right, cause as much as I paid for that shit, it'd better work.

Beth called me yesterday to tell me Brady's in jail. Again. This time he got pulled over and had a suspended license, no insurance and expired tags. She mentioned it was over $200 to bail him out. "Good luck with that" is all I said about it. I am not a fucking bail bondsman.

Right. Got a couple of phone calls to make, then it's back to packing.
dextra: (QOW - Future will eat me)
Oh man. Just another 30 minutes and then I can go home and fill myself with tea and soup and not move for the rest of the night. I've been fighting to stay awake all afternoon.

I did manage to run out to a moving supply store (how handy!) at lunch and get some heavy duty boxes, peanuts, bubble wrap, etc. I'm trying to figure out how to pack my tv so that it doesn't get damaged. That's the downside of an LCD or plasma tv. They don't move easily. Thankfully I held on to the box for the PS3, so I'll have no problem with that.

I think I might start working on the spare bedroom tonight if I don't feel too shitty. Ashley's having a party tonight, but I'm gonna bail on that. I just don't feel up to it.
dextra: (QC - Wrapped in an awesome rack)
I got twitchy waiting for Chris to get in touch with the guy. I talked to the guy that owns the townhouse I was wanting to rent, and went ahead and made arrangements to secure the place. It's really the best deal I could hope for. I'm so excited! *bounces around*

I also got a U-haul trailer reserved for the 30th. I just need to go over there a day or two ahead of time and get a hitch installed on the Jeep. Now my big concern will just be getting everything packed up and wrangle some people together to help me with the big stuff the day of my departure. That may be a bit tricky for a Wednesday, but I should be able to get a few people together. I've got a party planned for Friday at The Shed, and everyone's supposed to be there. I'm sure I can convince a couple of the guys to come help me out then.

I talked to the kids last night, and I thought they were going to explode with squee. Joey was like "Three weeks! That's like a million years away!" Once I put it in perspective for her, she was a lot happier, though.

Funniest thing about all this is that I sent out my email to the rest of the work crew announcing my departure, and they were all like "Can we just get rid of Benny and keep Dee?"

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Brian did indeed show up to get some of his stuff. He FINALLY took that Bowflex, and the kitchen table and chairs. He's still got some other things here, but he says he'll come back later in the week and get those. I might even be nice and gather it all up for him.

Jennifer, her dad, Bobby, and her brother Joe came to help. Well, Bobby just kind of supervised while Brian and Joe tripped over each other. And since I found the duffel bag under the Bowflex, I loaded up the remainder of CJ's porn stash and gave it to Joe. The magazines are pretty vanilla, but the DVDS...well, they're special. I just hope Joe likes grannies, midgets and trannies. *snickers* CJ had some really fucking weird tastes.

Brian, being well, Brian, made everyone say hello to CJ when they came in. Jennifer already knew that the urn was here, but Bobby and Joe were a little taken aback. Joe just stared at it for a second and Brian yelled "Don't be rude, fucker, say hello!"

I was amused. But I told Bobby that I know it's got to be weird for people when it's pointed out that there's a friggin' dude in a jar on my bookshelf. He said that it's not that unusual, but he can see how some people might be a little weirded out by it.

And Brian informed me that the crew is throwing me a going away party next week at The Shed. That's just so sweet. No one's ever done that for me before. I was actually thinking about having one here, but that's even better. Said we're going to have a bonfire and some drinks and smokes and hang out just like old times. And that we're going to get CJ's little corner set up with his helmet. I've got a little glass jar that I've coated the inside of with ink. I'm going to put a little of his ashes in it and take it over there. I just might need someone to help me do that. That's just...I don't know. Just weird. I'd rather have someone help me so I don't, y'know, knock the entire urn over on the floor or something. It'd be about my luck.

Actually, since I'm going down to New Orleans tomorrow, I might just take a little of the ashes with me then, too. Sprinkle some on the Spanish plaza, under his family's plaque. A little at The Dungeon. A little at Lafitte's. He should be in the places he loved. And he loved a lot of places. So a little here, a little there. And one day, he'll be everywhere. He had too much wanderlust to stay in one place.
dextra: (Mongo)
I'm getting a bit nervous about the move. Ok, I've done the whole cross-country move before, but never all by myself. I'm just stressing about the whole thing. I've started tossing out stuff I don't want to take, the old computers and shit that Brian left here, and all that. I've put out a dozen or so queries about apartments I like.

My brother emailed me a few days ago and asked if I wanted a roommate. I suppose that wouldn't be too bad. Three bedroom apartments are a bit more expensive, and I told him that if he was absolutely sure that's what he wanted, that I would try to get a three bedroom. Because I need a room for the kids. That's not even debatable. Actually, I found a three bedroom place in the complex he's in now that runs about $700 a month. Which is hilarious to me, since around here, you can rent a shoebox for about that. But I told him that if he was willing to put up $300 a month, I'd do that.

I can deal with living with my brother. He's the one member of my family I'm really comfortable with. And in Lexington, we'd be away from the idiot friends he used to hang around with. He's cut off ties with them anyway, since he realized what scum they all are.

I'm due to break the news to the bosses that I'm leaving tomorrow. That's my last bit of news-breaking that I have to do. I'm setting my last day for the 25th, so it gives me a few days to get everything settled here. I'm just hoping that I can get through the next few weeks without too much stress. I might ask the doctor if I can get another refill of Atavan. I've just got a few of those left. I've been sweating like a beast all damn day. It's not hot outside. I've got the AC cranked. Fucking hot flashes or something. Great. *rolls eyes*
dextra: (LJ - Bored at work)
Benny (one of my bosses) is supposed to be on vacation this week. Yet somehow, in the last three days, he's given me more work than the entire month of December. What the hell! He's making the inevitability of my putting in my notice a lot easier. *grumble* After his last email, I told him that if he didn't stop sending me emails and go fucking relax, I'd be signing him up for so much gay porn that he'd have to marinate in holy water for a week to ever feel clean again. Stupid overachieving fucker.

I got application forms for one of the apartments I was looking at. Holy hell. There's the usual questions, but then they want employment verification and three credit references. I won't have a job when I get there, but I will. I suppose I could have Ashley do a little administrative fudging for me. But the credit references could be a problem. I really only have one current, and that's my car payment. Well, two, my student loan payment, but I'll have that paid soon. I'll just have to see if I can come up with a third. I don't have a credit card. Don't really want one either.

Gah. I hate the application process and all that. Makes me nervous as hell. And gives me a headache. I sent queries to three other places, and I'm hoping to hear back from them today. I'd be happy with any of them, but this one was my favorite. But, hopefully, their applications won't be quite so...invasive.

There's still beer in the fridge left over from the Christmas party. I wonder if I can convince David that Ashley and I are the best way of disposing of them. I don't think he'll buy that, but if he leaves early again today, he won't have to know. :p
dextra: (Jesus Christ on a pogo stick)
So now the only people that haven't been informed of my impending departure is the bosses. That's because I'm waiting for Benny to come back from his vacation before I spring that on them. I think he comes back on Monday, so that will give me about 3 weeks from then.

Blah blah, babble babble )
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I've always hated deadlines. And the fact that the word "dead" is a a big part of that word doesn't help much either. At any rate, I've set a deadline for myself for moving to Louisiana. I've decided on November 5th. This is because CJ will be off the boat at that time, and I planned for my last day at work to be October 30th. I still need to have a talk with my boss about that.

Everyone else in the store knows I'm leaving except for her. I was holding off on that since the stress of Friday's corporate inspection was still on her, plus the remodeling. So I'm going to tell her this week. And hopefully there won't be any hard feelings. I think a month's notice is a good amount of time. I'm also going to talk to her about letting Tabatha be my replacement, if she even wants to have someone in the co-manager position. She tapped me for it, mainly because of how stressed Goob was getting. I think Tabby should get it after me, simply because she's been there longer. I wouldn't give it to her on her work ethic, though.

So I've decided the best course of action for moving is to go with the old standby U-Haul truck. The plan (in my head anyway) is to get their smallest truck, drive about halfway down and stop somewhere for the night, then leave in the morning to drive the rest of the way. Really, it's only about a 13 hour drive. But I'll have the kids with me. So breaking it up over 2 days is pretty much a necessity. The rate U-Haul gave me for a 10' truck is $589. They figured this for four days. I don't need it for four days. I only need it for 2 days. Of course, that was the rate I got from the website. I'm going to call them later today and see if I can't get it a little cheaper for only 2 days. But even if I only spend money on absolute necessities over the next month, I'll probably not have enough to do this. I also have to factor in gas money, a room for the night during the trip, meals, snacks, etc. I'll probably need about at least $800 total. I know I can come up with about half of that, probably a little more. I'll figure something out, hopefully soon.

I've just waited so long for this that I can't stand waiting any more. I've got the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. And now I just can't wait for the rest of my life to get started.
dextra: (linsner dex)
I'm staying here one more night because the rain has made it impossible to do any more moving tonight. And it's nearly midnight, so I'm fucking wiped out. My crazy mother was wanting to try to move a bed and a couch in the rain. I'm not a fan of soggy furniture. I'm just glad I decided not to take the computer, so I can at least spend one more night online before I have to go on my offline sabbatical. I've just been bumrushed into so much shit today it's not even funny. I didn't get as much accomplished as I'd hoped since I got such a late start.
Cut for longass babble )
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This will probably be my last entry for a while, seeing as how my mother is insisting on me getting out soon, even though I haven't even gotten the keys to my apartment in my hands yet. I don't have the utilities switched over yet, or anything in there....I'm about to scream.

MW people, if you need to get in touch with me, PM Druchii, Avalon, or Kaylara, and they can get the message to me. Rest of you can yell at [ profile] __black__sheep_, and he'll get the messages to me, or I'll pout and whine.

Au revoir...Dex


May. 29th, 2004 03:28 am
dextra: (bettie)
Today was probably the most useless day ever. I did absolutely NOTHING. Ok, well, I got Eye Candy 4000 for Photoshop, which is pretty damn cool, I must admit. I now have something to do flames and smoke with, which means I can set fire to whomever pisses me off. *wicked grin* I've been working on something tonight that I'm going to finish in the morning due to my eye itching like a mofo since I ran out of Claritin. *shakes fist at allergies* For anyone that keeps up with my DeviantArt page, it's in the same vein as "Boom," but it totally blows it out of the water. I'm freaking myself out with this shit.

I doubt myself a lot when it comes to whatever artistic ability I have, especially when I see people who make me look like a little kid with a box of crayons (yeah, I know, Mario, shaddup). But then again, I'm my own worst critic. Alot like people I know who kick all kinds of ass, yet think they suck *cough*DREW*cough*

So, I'm getting the keys to the apartment on Tuesday, and hopefully I'll be moved in by next weekend. That'll feel good to be in my own space again. I'm going to call Goob when I get the keys so I can show him the place. I need to do a blessing on the place while we're there, too, so I hope he's gonna help out with that. Or at least spring for the wine. :p

Monday, or whatever day Beth has off next, we're going to take the kids to see Shrek 2, since I promised that I would. I want to see it too, since I've heard such good things about it. And I found out that Jennifer Saunders is the Fairy Godmother, which if the name doesn't grab you, she was Edina on Absolutely Fabulous. And if you don't know how great that show is, shame on you. Go watch some BBC and educate yourself. I know it's still being aired, I just couldn't tell you when.

And since I'm sitting here laughing at Jackass a little harder than I probably should, I'm going to bed now.


May. 22nd, 2004 02:42 pm
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I am completely without motivation today. I need to start packing up, but I suddenly find myself without the energy to do so. I feel like doing something, I just don't know what yet. I had some good thoughts running through my head that I wanted to get down before I went to sleep, but didn't. I was in that nice deep meditative state right before dropping into sleep. That's when I do my best thinking, and it's rare that I get that kind of peace anymore. Hopefully I'll have more time for peace and quiet in the new place.

I'm going to attempt to change the whole look of my journal (again). Thanks to [ profile] sylent_rayne, I've got the information I need to do it. Now I just need to get a graphic ready for the background. I was thinking of using a piece of my own art, I just don't know which yet. I'm open to suggestions. I've got some of the pieces I'm considering up in my DeviantArt gallery, I'm just undecided as to which one. I was thinking of using either the lilies with a green color scheme or Bettie with a maroon and grey scheme. I'll play around with that later tonight, see what I can accomplish. So if my journal looks like pure crap for a while, someone pleeease help me out.

Gah, what is up with me today? I can't concentrate for shit. I keep spacing out. Right. I've got to get packing up and doing something. Can't sit here all day.
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He came by and apologized today. Said that he knew he overreacted at first, but he was over it. The one issue that bothered him about the whole thing was that I had gone ahead and signed the lease without consulting him first. I told him that since he did none of the work in looking for the apartment, and that we had a verbal agreement that he would trust my judgement in finding a place, that he had waived his right to complain. (I was pre-law for a semester, does it show? :p)

So now he seems to be sort of excited about the place, and was asking more about it, and wanted to know if I had a key yet. I told him I would have it probably next week, and we could go look at it then. So that seemed to satisfy him for the time being. So he's got some cash set back, and so do I, so hopefully, it'll all work out good.
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After all the work I did looking for a decent apartment, I found a GREAT one. And in our budget. When I refer to our, I mean myself and my brother (who I'll get to in just a second). The place is new, built in the last few years. It's a townhouse apartment, on Willow Street. It's on the east end of town, and I lived in that area for a couple of years after the kids were born. There are better parts of Mt. Sterling, but there are much, much worse. Two bedrooms, one and a half baths, range, fridge, dishwasher, washer and dryer, ceiling fans, central heat and air....and all for only $400 a month. You CAN'T beat that around here. Plus the landlord is a friend of my family, so he's sympathetic to my situation, but still, a landlord. The deposit was only $200, so I went and paid that today and signed the lease. So, things are all wrapped up nicely except for getting the utilities started. Right?


About an hour after I get home, I get a phone call from my dear brother. He's irate that I'd signed a lease without him seeing the place first. Now, while I would normally agree with that, this time I don't. Reason for that being that when I asked him to help me look for a place, he said he would, but didn't. Then he told me that he would be happy with whatever I would pick, he trusted my judgement. Apparently fucking not. He screamed at me. My brother screamed at me. The last time that happened....I went apeshit on him. This time, I was just in shock at the audacity. I made all the phone calls. I did all the searching and footwork. He didn't even lift a finget to help. And NOW he's going to complain? Hell no! Among his reasons for not liking the place, sight unseen:

"I don't want to live close to that many people, I wanted a place out in the country."
Well, sorry, if you wanted a place in the country, then maybe you should have helped me look. I can't stand living that far out. And I'm not living in the middle of nowhere. My car isn't legal right now. If something were to happen to the kids and I needed to get them to the hospital or something, I don't want to have to wait for an hour for an ambulance to get there. Furthermore, there's a little grocery store less than 100 yards from the front door. Hello, convenience, heard of it?

"It stinks on that end of town in the summer"
Can't argue against a fact. It does. But we have central heat and air there. So I don't see what the problem is. I lived a block from there for 2 years, and it's not that bad. Not bad enough to turn down this kind of a deal.

"I want a place I'm not going to be ashamed to bring my friends to."
Dude, you don't have a place to bring your friends to NOW. You're sleeping on granny's couch, and you shouldn't even be staying there. If the building manager finds out, you'll get her evicted. Beggars can't be choosers, Christopher. Get off the damn high horse.

"I'm a man! I want a place where I can go take a piss outside if I want."
First of all, no. The arrangement was that I was going to find a place for me, and you were going to move in so we could help each other get back on our feet, and then you were going to find your own place. I don't want you pissing all over my yard! There's two toilets, if that's not enough, then I don't know what else to tell you.

In other words....if you can't deal with it, go get a place by yourself! I kept you in mind the entire time I was looking. I could have taken that trailer I looked at last week, and you would have had a closet for a bedroom. And there were neighbors there too.


Well, the next two weeks is going to be dedicated to hardcore job hunting. So just in case he's going to be a bitch about things, I can do this on my own, which I wanted to do anyway. *shakes head* I know I can't make everyone happy, but can't I just get a little appreciation for my effort?
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One of these days you'd think I'd learn. I broke down and cut my hair last night. I shouldn't have. Or at least had someone keeping an eye on me to keep me from cutting too much. I just wanted all the frizzy damaged stuff gone so badly. It was awful, you couldn't do anything with it. It refused to curl, and when I straightened it, it just looked even more fried. So it's very layered now, because I had been growing the layers out, and that's where most of the damage was. The plan is, as my hair grows, keep it at shoulder length, not maintaining the layers, but keeping it at shoulder length until the top layer is at my shoulder, and the whole mess is one length again. At the rate it's going, it could take anywhere from six months to a year to get to that point. It'll be worth it though. I've finally got my hair back into excellent condition.

And once it's grown out, I am NEVER cutting it again. Ever. Swear to waffles.

I'm supposed to be going to look at a duplex in about 15 minutes, if my mother comes back in time. *rolls eyes and sighs* I don't feel like dealing with bullshit today. I went to bed at sometime between 2 and 3 am, and then woke up at 7:30 for no reason that I can tell. Must have been the pizza. I got a Hawaiian BBQ chicken pizza from Papa Johns last night and ate damn near all of it. I feel so bloated and crappy now because of it. Okay, well I gave a slice to the dog. And after all that begging, she ate maybe one bite.

And mom just called to tell me she's in the drive, so off I go. Whoo.


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