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Hello and welcome to today's edition of 'How Else Can Life Screw With Me?'

Today's guest is, as always, me. (Also Sarah and Aimee)

So yeah, Sarah and I can't live on Laurentian anymore because of zoning and bylaws and no privacy and deceased infants. Also, there's a ton of spiders here.

We found a place with Aimee and Trishka. A loft on Main Street. Actually, a gorgeous loft on Main Street. Neon orange bathroom, huge kitchen, awesome balcony, enough room for everyone to be happy in it.

Buuuuuuut noooooooooo.

The owner called the property company today and the property company called us. We can't have it because he might rent it to 'his girls'. Also, they're doing maintenence in the building. Not in this apartment, mind you, but the building.

WHAT THE HECK KIND OF EXCUSE IS THAT?

Why didn't someone tell us he was already renting it to someone? Our applications, references and deposit were in two days ago! And two of our three cosigners had sent their agreements with a guarentee of the third cosigner sending tomorrow morning!

HOLY CRAP.

I'm just not happy. Now we're homeless once again. Son of a...

Luckily, Sarah works at Sears and can get us some large sized cardboard boxes. Maybe we can set us up a little mansion type dealie.

Also, Sarah and I are working on putting together a workshop for February/March next year for students up at the school, to help provide them with the resources to find a place of their own. I think it'll be fun.

That is, IF we can find a place.
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K:

I never say things without a purpose, though you might not actually be smart enough to understand that fact. If you didn't interrupt me and tell me to 'shush', maybe my point would have made a bit more sense. Maybe I had a perfectly valid point and it was most likely a little more well thought out than your idea.

Just saying.

Love you tons,
C.
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So basically I want a piano to fall from the sky and land on Adam.

In fact, that it what I want for Christmas.

This upsets me as I have never, ever wanted that before. A recent development. If he would just stop saying things, I wouldn't have to hate him. But he's really very daft and refuses to cooperate. Poor fucker. He's not gonna know what hit him.....

Daaaaaamn.

Oct. 15th, 2006 07:13 pm
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ExpandWarning: Heavy, Depressing Stuff Ahoy! )



I look back on where I'm from,
look at the woman I've become
And the strangest things seem
suddenly routine.



Oh goddess, now I'm e-patronizing myself. At least it will ... what, teach me a lesson? Damn, I hope so.

I still feel like trash. I nearly coughed myself to death coming in just a few minutes ago. Not pleasant, I'll tell you that right now. A nice early night might do me well again. Stupid class and it being tomorrow. As sick as I was and as quiet as it got, I really miss being [almost] alone for [almost] a week.

I bought a fishie today, much to my mother's chagrin. She thinks having a fish will detract from my studies. Bah to her. His name is Skyfire and he is adorable.
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I can't wash the 'X's off my hands. I feel like such a dork. Damn you, underaged 'X's. Damn you.

And damn my paranoia. I had a talk at work from the Infection and Disease control lady, and now I'm scared of germs. And then, after her came the physio lady. She told me about all the hundreds of different ways you can ruin your back. I'm terrified now.

I am. I'm scared of everything. And according to some, offensive, annoying abrasive and selfish.

Yeah, well fuck you guys. See if I ever feed you guys when you've got serious dysphagia problems [as I am very close to the passing my official self-directed program for feeding cerification].

[BNO rocked. As always.]
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Colleen: Well cleanliness is next to godliness.
Ryan: Heh, I am god, after all.
Ryan: Aghhh! Oh it burns! Ahhh, I'm sorry god!
Ryan: No, but seriously, ow. I fell off my chair.
Colleen: Karma?

And to pull a Janelle and follow up the happy with the uber evil:

A regular at work [a nice one, one of my favourites!] accused me of stealing 3o bucks from him. And I didn't. And what a jerk. And now I'm upset.

On the plus side, Ryan decided that he likes those pants after all.

Mmm...

...

Candy is good?

[Heh heh, yeah, so sue me.]
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Guh. I wish I could move without hurting.

So tired, so whiny and tired and feel, for some strange reason, like I'm gonna pass out.

I like people, but only some people.

Hey, you know what? I'm depressed as fuck right now and lacking motivation to see a reason why I should even bother.

Yeah... again.

Boo. It's this damn time of year.

Clap if you believe in faeries.
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Stupid god damned mother fucking family.

My stepbrother, who has done something for which he shall burn in hell for.

My stepdad who is just a jerk.

My sister, who acts as if she would rather die a painful death full of acid than spend four seconds with her actual family.

My stepsister who thinks just because she had a less than rosy hildhood, she can be the biggest bitch on the planet and get away with it. She also think, because I correct her grammar, word usage, and factual knowledge, that gives her licsense to send my to my room.

And my mother who leaves me here to deal with her, telling me that if I am not nice, I will be 'in big trouble' because of point one, son-of-a-bitch stepbrother.

Yeah.

Thanks, fuckers.

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