damnit and damnit and damnit. 3 days into looking for a new place to live and its crap starting all over again.
WHY can't you people GET OVER the fact that SOME of us had a MIDLIFE fucking crisis and our situations BEFORE we met you were not ideal so our CREDIT might not be ideal and just fucking stop being DICK HEADS!
*grumbles away*
stupid fucking sonsofwhores bitches dickless fags
equal housing opportunity my asshole!
on a lighter note: i dreamt that I was thrown into a snake of pits by my exhusband Hephaestus while he stood there laughing at me. and after waking up screaming i fell back asleep and dreampt i was kept prisoner in the top of a tower and each time i'd try to escape i'd lose another "treasure" until finally another king decided to invade the castle i was captured in and i woke up...
ps, i love joe!
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
I went from a thrre bedroom house to someones garage.
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BTW keep a note of those dreams, I may take up screen play writting in the holidays :o)
I hate anything to do with apartment or house hunting!
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