Things are happening.
The decision's been made on the house. Notice has been given; no response as expected. I have stopped the Lamaze-like breathing because whatever's happening is happening. T, who wanted to show me a house he was interested in on Friday, also put in a bid on another one and told me Saturday. He offered $100 more than they are asking. (The tail end of their asking price is 900.). $#$^$%%^%$%#$$#$ In this economy, in this city, they will be nuts not to take it.
Sooooo, exactly what I predicted and expected and didn't want is going to be. Soon.
We have an entire house full of stuff. We have a broken garage door. We have an entire garage full of stuff also. We have a very nice washer and dryer. We have a front door with a fake door right next to it. AND we have a back sliding door that has an issue also. I suppose if push comes to shove, we could get the furniture out through the back sliding door, but how annoying will it be to empty the entire house through the backyard and around the corner and through the front door? Annoying as fuck. Then there is the little matter of where all this stuff is going. The furniture can go to a consignment store. It is the most practical. T of course doesn't care for that since he likes to be annoying as all hell. What does he think we're going to do with it? Oh, I know. He wants to leave it in the house probably. NO THANK YOU. Does he want to sell it on Craigslist and have a bunch of people tromping around? .... Through the back opening I guess.... since they sure as hell won't be getting the couch out the front. Fucking annoying and I would like to get all this done early some morning. I don't want my neighbors to know anything.
I'm irritated as I don't want to have to put the utilities in my name. This is all going right up my ass. Everything will happen fast, despite claims to the contrary. He thinks I'm stupid. I guess I should spend the evening in the garage labeling boxes so when I suddenly have to move out, I'll at least know what the fuck (lol, I just wrote fox) is in what box in storage. That I will be paying for. Undoubtedly.
I don't want to really leave this house. It's comfortable, familiar and safe. Life is predictable here. I feel unsettled contemplating a move. I'm told this is normal.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Anthony verdict
Shocked as hell at the Anthony verdict. Never thought it would happen. Defendant is free to kill parents and future offspring. Yeehaw. Unreal.
Rise of the Machine .. Into a human being
He came to me unexpectedly to talk it out. We were both in the wrong at times. A little humility goes a long way. I am acknowledging progress.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Irish Standoff
T is really defensive about his weed habit.
I asked him today if he would refrain from smoking near the vent in his bathroom, as the vent connects directly with my bedroom and delivers quite a lot of smoke in the middle of the night. It's disconcerting. If he has a mystery lady joining him in his compartment (to be all Agatha Christie about it) and she smokes, I get double the dose wafting onto my head. I asked him if, when he has someone joining him in smoking up, please smoke either on the balcony or away from the vent, I got a variety of responses, one of which was a total disregard for my desire to sleep smoke-free. At this point he will not even acknowledge that if a non-smoker of any stripe enters a room where smoking of any type has occurred, the non-smoker will instantly pick up the scent of smoke in the bedding, the drapes, and etc. They will know that smoking occurs there. I have gotten into my own vehicle and have been confronted by the smell of weed. It's in my fucking clothes. If I get pulled over by a cop and he smells it, um.. I look suspicious. From that I heard, "Wow, who's paranoid now?" I got a lot of yammering about how he can't wait to wrap up the probate stuff and move on. Frankly? It's okay with me. He has no regard really for my request not to smell like a smokehouse because he doesn't respect me and he fully plans to continue doing whatever he wants once he leaves here. I said, "Why don't you just smoke on the balcony? All you have to do is slide the door open." Well, someone might see him. Really? In the middle of the night? Unlikely. And according to our neighbor over the wall, the house on the end on the other side is occupied by a drug dealer. The laws of physics ensure no one who gives a rat's ass will see a thing. The people on the exact flipside of the wall smoke up also! (He doesn't know this but I do.) It is an easily preventable situation but apparently he is unable to simply say, "Ok." He called me out on some horrendous thing I do (it is a little horrendous) and I said, "Ok." I did. I said ok. I will correct that and you can correct this. What says the jury about the likelihood of my waking up in a green cloud of smoke in the next 72 hours.
I asked him today if he would refrain from smoking near the vent in his bathroom, as the vent connects directly with my bedroom and delivers quite a lot of smoke in the middle of the night. It's disconcerting. If he has a mystery lady joining him in his compartment (to be all Agatha Christie about it) and she smokes, I get double the dose wafting onto my head. I asked him if, when he has someone joining him in smoking up, please smoke either on the balcony or away from the vent, I got a variety of responses, one of which was a total disregard for my desire to sleep smoke-free. At this point he will not even acknowledge that if a non-smoker of any stripe enters a room where smoking of any type has occurred, the non-smoker will instantly pick up the scent of smoke in the bedding, the drapes, and etc. They will know that smoking occurs there. I have gotten into my own vehicle and have been confronted by the smell of weed. It's in my fucking clothes. If I get pulled over by a cop and he smells it, um.. I look suspicious. From that I heard, "Wow, who's paranoid now?" I got a lot of yammering about how he can't wait to wrap up the probate stuff and move on. Frankly? It's okay with me. He has no regard really for my request not to smell like a smokehouse because he doesn't respect me and he fully plans to continue doing whatever he wants once he leaves here. I said, "Why don't you just smoke on the balcony? All you have to do is slide the door open." Well, someone might see him. Really? In the middle of the night? Unlikely. And according to our neighbor over the wall, the house on the end on the other side is occupied by a drug dealer. The laws of physics ensure no one who gives a rat's ass will see a thing. The people on the exact flipside of the wall smoke up also! (He doesn't know this but I do.) It is an easily preventable situation but apparently he is unable to simply say, "Ok." He called me out on some horrendous thing I do (it is a little horrendous) and I said, "Ok." I did. I said ok. I will correct that and you can correct this. What says the jury about the likelihood of my waking up in a green cloud of smoke in the next 72 hours.
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