“so, how’s the new place coming along?”
ask me one more mother flipping time how the new apartment is coming along, even though you totally know i don’t have any mother flipping furniture to sit on, and no, watching HBO on demand for hours on end in a lawn chair doesn’t count as mother flipping furniture.
i get it- it’s the polite thing to ask when people move. but people, neither of my living rooms have couches, half of our belongings are still in boxes, i can’t hang up or put any of my clothes away until i get paid on the 12th and spend all my money on a large armoire, our kitchen window won’t be installed until the end of the week, i won’t have new kitchen cabinets until the end of the month, i haven’t even painted the hallway or kitchen yet, and i am up to my eyelids in laundry.
the only rooms that make sense right now are the bedroom and bathroom- and thank goodness for that because i would be about ready to pack up and leave if i had to sleep on the floor or shit in a bucket at this point. and even still, dan was showering when one of the knobs on the faucet flew off, hit him in the leg, and wouldn’t screw back on. lucky for us, my landlord was around the corner because he’d just dropped me off after our visit to home depot, but for the love of christ. our kitchen window is a fucking cardboard box (barely) holding on with painters’ tape.
it has been the slowest moving process of my entire existence, and that’s sad considering i’ve moved nine times in the last five years. i am getting chest pains every time i think of all the work left to do. i’m heartbroken to be selling the one piece of furniture i am so completely in love with because it won’t fit through the front freaking door. and i can’t even get a new couch until i sell this one, because i need the money for it considering i’m a broke ass.
i’ve had the opportunity to get more work done two or three times this week, but i’m sick of humans and strangers being in my house. the landlord, the contractors, the cable guy, the internet guy… i appreciate the help my family and friends have been offering but i am so sick of wearing pants. and i am so over all the blisters from building shit and painting all the time. and i just want things to be finished.
and yes, this is me whining like a four-year-old because i didn’t fucking sign up for this bullshit (well, sort of. to a certain extent).
and i am only posting this because i actually spend every waking moment talking to jessi… she is my long distance lover, and i actually talk to her more than any other human in the universe. more than my actual local friends. and we send each other stupid pictures constantly, and this was no exception… she wanted a picture of my outfit before i left the house saturday night, but first i sent her this with the caption “wtf, every pair of tights i own has some pretty questional holes!”
…case in point
my good friend julie is leaving for BC forever … on saturday we got to have a nice girlie dinner with some friends and then head back to her place for some drinks. here’s julie being silly!
i’ll check back when i’m less wrist-slitty.
send love, please