We all float on
Grr homeownership
I hate my condo. It was perfect for me and Misty, and only my stuff. I added kitschy decor of my choosing, and it suited me fine.
Well, for the last few years, it's held Anthony too. And all of Anthony's stuff. From his mom's house, from his dad's house, stuff of his own choosing... and it's a fucking mess. Furniture-wise, absolutely nothing fits together except the bedroom. Even our side-by-side computer chairs are different. My original kitschy mix-and-match is lost, and it's all just mix. When I step into my living room, I feel completely overwhelmed by the idea that I have no idea what to even tackle first. Replace the couches? Paint? No but the kitchen needs to be remodeled, if I bring this wall out... no that's too much money.
Do I hire an interior designer? At least for some guidance? Eh... they aren't going to understand that I'm on a one-piece-here-and-there type budget.
Also, when I purchased the place six years ago, I didn't hire my own home inspector. Now I'm paying $350/month in homeowners fees, and my roof leaks in random spots when it rains. Fucking ridiculous. Then the following happens:
- I call and complain.
- The association sends a roofer.
- Roofer gives them an estimate.
- They approve only the most minimal of repairs.
- I complain that they are only working on that one spot, when clearly I have a larger problem.
- Roofer tells me to call association.
- I bitch to the association about the ongoing damage to my tile/electronics/sofa/paint.
- Association tells me they are not responsible for interior damages.
- I say interior damage is happening due to their exterior negligence.
- They ignore me.
- I hang up and look for a property lawyer.
- I realize a property lawyer is expensive and time consuming, and continue to get shafted instead.
Argh.
Work
Had two interviews last week, and I feel that both went well. In the meantime, enjoying my free time while working on some freelance items to pay the bills. Loving that.
Weight
My husband has lost like 30 pounds in the last two months. His wedding ring is enormous on him and I'm worried he's going to lose it any day now. We're talking at least 2 sizes too big. I'm also annoyed because he did it by skipping lunch every day, and nothing else. I, in the meantime, re-joined the gym a while ago and have been going very regularly... and have only lost 2 pounds (which I'm pretty sure is in brain matter from all this unemployment).
Random
It's scorching out there, and so humid, but I want to go to this weekly DIY craft market in midtown. Lately I have had to practically bathe in sunscreen when I go outside, or I come back burnt. I'm not on any new medication or anything, so I don't know what that's about. It's like... adult-onset albinism.
Also, yesterday I learned how to make songs that I didn't pay for into ringtones.
I hate my condo. It was perfect for me and Misty, and only my stuff. I added kitschy decor of my choosing, and it suited me fine.
Well, for the last few years, it's held Anthony too. And all of Anthony's stuff. From his mom's house, from his dad's house, stuff of his own choosing... and it's a fucking mess. Furniture-wise, absolutely nothing fits together except the bedroom. Even our side-by-side computer chairs are different. My original kitschy mix-and-match is lost, and it's all just mix. When I step into my living room, I feel completely overwhelmed by the idea that I have no idea what to even tackle first. Replace the couches? Paint? No but the kitchen needs to be remodeled, if I bring this wall out... no that's too much money.
Do I hire an interior designer? At least for some guidance? Eh... they aren't going to understand that I'm on a one-piece-here-and-there type budget.
Also, when I purchased the place six years ago, I didn't hire my own home inspector. Now I'm paying $350/month in homeowners fees, and my roof leaks in random spots when it rains. Fucking ridiculous. Then the following happens:
- I call and complain.
- The association sends a roofer.
- Roofer gives them an estimate.
- They approve only the most minimal of repairs.
- I complain that they are only working on that one spot, when clearly I have a larger problem.
- Roofer tells me to call association.
- I bitch to the association about the ongoing damage to my tile/electronics/sofa/paint.
- Association tells me they are not responsible for interior damages.
- I say interior damage is happening due to their exterior negligence.
- They ignore me.
- I hang up and look for a property lawyer.
- I realize a property lawyer is expensive and time consuming, and continue to get shafted instead.
Argh.
Work
Had two interviews last week, and I feel that both went well. In the meantime, enjoying my free time while working on some freelance items to pay the bills. Loving that.
Weight
My husband has lost like 30 pounds in the last two months. His wedding ring is enormous on him and I'm worried he's going to lose it any day now. We're talking at least 2 sizes too big. I'm also annoyed because he did it by skipping lunch every day, and nothing else. I, in the meantime, re-joined the gym a while ago and have been going very regularly... and have only lost 2 pounds (which I'm pretty sure is in brain matter from all this unemployment).
Random
It's scorching out there, and so humid, but I want to go to this weekly DIY craft market in midtown. Lately I have had to practically bathe in sunscreen when I go outside, or I come back burnt. I'm not on any new medication or anything, so I don't know what that's about. It's like... adult-onset albinism.
Also, yesterday I learned how to make songs that I didn't pay for into ringtones.