Le sigh.
Our cell phone bill was almost $200 because I forgot to switch back to the 'unlimited messaging' plan after we got a new phone that actually worked. The old phone had a permanent error on AIM (maybe it was fixable, but I wasn't going to one of those mall booths where the dudes scream "MA'AM, CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION? ARE YOU CURRENTLY SUBSCRIBED TO A MOBILE PROVIDER?!" to find out) so I'd switched it to the cheapest text/IM plan - 400 messages for 4.99. Unfortunately, between July 21 and August 2, when I realized my mistake and switched the plan back, we went over that limit by, oh, 1,100 messages. Eeeeeeeek. I'm almost as stupid as my brother who signed up for a whole bunch of joke-of-the-day, Jamster type things and ended with a $1000 bill - on my mom's phone. Um, duhhhh.
In other news: I'm still not sure whether I should call about some of these houses or not. I'm afraid that I won't be able to change myself the way people need me to in order to live with them. But I bet it sure would feel good if I could. I hate being terrified of everyone and everything that doesn't involve typing or staring at a little box of pixels all the time. Which is another reason I haven't called, because that would involve actually speaking to another human being. Ugggggh, self loathing.
Also: our dog is still gone, and my two-year-old still goes to the back room and says "Ah-vuh!", which breaks my heart immensely. And now that he's become my sons' cousin's pet, it's not like we could ever take him back even if we do move to a dog-friendly house. Not that I took good care of him anyway. I suck.
In other news: I'm still not sure whether I should call about some of these houses or not. I'm afraid that I won't be able to change myself the way people need me to in order to live with them. But I bet it sure would feel good if I could. I hate being terrified of everyone and everything that doesn't involve typing or staring at a little box of pixels all the time. Which is another reason I haven't called, because that would involve actually speaking to another human being. Ugggggh, self loathing.
Also: our dog is still gone, and my two-year-old still goes to the back room and says "Ah-vuh!", which breaks my heart immensely. And now that he's become my sons' cousin's pet, it's not like we could ever take him back even if we do move to a dog-friendly house. Not that I took good care of him anyway. I suck.