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So I finally got news that my house is ready to be moved into. <-- Why does this sentence seem 'off' to me? Did I end it with a preposition? It still sounds off...
Last time I was at my new house, looking it over, I was having a conversation with the landlady when some retarded hill-billy neighbors pulled up screaming something about the house and how someone else (another neighbor) is supposed to be moving in to it. Which, as it happens, is bullshit. Well, they didn't think so. An argument ensued, with me awkwardly, quietly standing there, twiddling my thumbs and smiling goofily, whilest they did glare. Well, later on supposedly everything was corrected, or so I was told. Today I drove over to the landlady's house. Upon inquiring as to the move out she gave me this funny, painful kind of a face, telling me that those same people who thought the house was their's decided to start moving their things in. Well, I told her I wanted to see the house. We drove over there and they were there walking their stuff back to their house. AWKWARD!
Tina introduced herself as the real landlord's caretaker (which is true, the landlord is actually an 85 year old guy that doesn't need the money). I introduced myself as the nice white girl who lives alone with her chicken. Apologizing in the same conversation for the mix-up. Oh boy. I don't want to get on anyone's bad side but I don't know how well that'll go. Bad start, you know.
Found out High Spring's population in the year 2000 was 3.6k and the census bureau says it is 77% white, holy crap. Hick-ville. High Spring's Website
Tonight I have to repaint the master bedroom because the previous tenants decided a dark green, almost black looked decent in a small room. *ick* Primer, here I come. I am painting it a lightish medium blue with some hand-painted darker blue designs which inevitably will lead to some type of swirls or swirly things. I also have to clean, my way, from top to bottom, completely sanitizing the entire house. Also put in shelf liners, and vacuum and steam clean the floors. This'll be a while, I'm resting now. It's probably going to be nonstop at 8 pm tonight till 8pm tomorrow.
Jacob has decided he no longer wants to speak to me ever again. He calls me up wanting to know where the rent is. WTF. I said very calmly and confused "Remember we made an agreement that because you ran up a $214 bill last month in electric all on your own, that I don't owe the $150 for rent?" He basically told me that because the electric was shut off that I should pay him for the rent anyways because it was my fault my mother's a bitch. Fucker. He has some serious problems in his head he needs to get sorted out. I told him no and he started screaming, telling me he won't be talking to me again after this. Good. Is that all it took? I should have had my mother shut it off back when we broke up. Might have made my life easier...?
Wish me luck with the move. I'll write again when I'm settled in. Somehow, since I don't have the internet... Oh well I'll try.
Alexandra
Last time I was at my new house, looking it over, I was having a conversation with the landlady when some retarded hill-billy neighbors pulled up screaming something about the house and how someone else (another neighbor) is supposed to be moving in to it. Which, as it happens, is bullshit. Well, they didn't think so. An argument ensued, with me awkwardly, quietly standing there, twiddling my thumbs and smiling goofily, whilest they did glare. Well, later on supposedly everything was corrected, or so I was told. Today I drove over to the landlady's house. Upon inquiring as to the move out she gave me this funny, painful kind of a face, telling me that those same people who thought the house was their's decided to start moving their things in. Well, I told her I wanted to see the house. We drove over there and they were there walking their stuff back to their house. AWKWARD!
Tina introduced herself as the real landlord's caretaker (which is true, the landlord is actually an 85 year old guy that doesn't need the money). I introduced myself as the nice white girl who lives alone with her chicken. Apologizing in the same conversation for the mix-up. Oh boy. I don't want to get on anyone's bad side but I don't know how well that'll go. Bad start, you know.
Found out High Spring's population in the year 2000 was 3.6k and the census bureau says it is 77% white, holy crap. Hick-ville. High Spring's Website
Tonight I have to repaint the master bedroom because the previous tenants decided a dark green, almost black looked decent in a small room. *ick* Primer, here I come. I am painting it a lightish medium blue with some hand-painted darker blue designs which inevitably will lead to some type of swirls or swirly things. I also have to clean, my way, from top to bottom, completely sanitizing the entire house. Also put in shelf liners, and vacuum and steam clean the floors. This'll be a while, I'm resting now. It's probably going to be nonstop at 8 pm tonight till 8pm tomorrow.
Jacob has decided he no longer wants to speak to me ever again. He calls me up wanting to know where the rent is. WTF. I said very calmly and confused "Remember we made an agreement that because you ran up a $214 bill last month in electric all on your own, that I don't owe the $150 for rent?" He basically told me that because the electric was shut off that I should pay him for the rent anyways because it was my fault my mother's a bitch. Fucker. He has some serious problems in his head he needs to get sorted out. I told him no and he started screaming, telling me he won't be talking to me again after this. Good. Is that all it took? I should have had my mother shut it off back when we broke up. Might have made my life easier...?
Wish me luck with the move. I'll write again when I'm settled in. Somehow, since I don't have the internet... Oh well I'll try.
Alexandra