I need to move. So badly do I need to move. I have to have a place that is my own, I am very very sick of having to worry about bothering family with shenanigans, about when it is and is not acceptable to be naked, and buy some food that isn't a goddamn Special K energy granola whatever. Unfortunately! Poverty is on the upswing of fashion, and regardless of the sheer number of homes not being sold or rented, people are still huge bitches about dogs.
My sidekick is a corgi/lab/pit bull? mix who is just happy as hell to be around a person, and seems to have a good grasp on not being depressed that he's a normal-sized dog with legs that are less than a foot long. He's a good dog, he's well-mannered, housebroken to the point of embarrassment, and cleans up better than any dog I've ever known. Yet, no one seems to care. I guess everyone thinks their dog is a good dog, and renters hear that all the time regardless, but it's frustrating.
We found a place that's not only okay about pets, but that actually encourages them. Unfortunately, the place is a little smaller than I'd like, and it came up at a very inopportune time; both my fiancee and I are worried about money and future and the like at this point, so we're not sure if we're going to take it. It's admittedly a great deal, but that doesn't matter much if you're not sure about how much money you're going to have next month.
She wants to get another job, but she's got so much on her plate as is, I'd like if she had some time off. Hopefully I'll be getting some more work here pretty soon and she won't have to worry about it. Not a very eventful week, no serious crimes against humanity or anything to report about.
I lost most of the rant I had in my head a week ago about the thing where the guy yelled at kids. Oh well.
2 comments:
Higgens(sp) is really a good dog, very well behaved than most dogs that I know. It seems that you and Season are ready to move out. Now you just need to find the right time.
I know it's hard. That's pretty much how I was feeling once I had graduated. When I was in school living at home didn't seem so bad, probably because I was in Columbus a lot more than Marysville, but I started to feel really suffocated and would get really pissy when my mom would belittle me for not having a "real" job, for the way my room looked, for how late I would stay up, etc.
Also, the lack of food choices was disturbing as well, but I know I would go crazy in your house, which is basically diet/Special K land, lol. At least we had boob cookies.
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