moving again
It appears I am finally cutting lose and going to go live without my sister. This is a good thing. I know I've bitched in the past quite a bit about my living situation. Truthfully, it has drastically improved. I really do like the new place we live, it is a very centralised location near virtually everything I'd want/need. Unfortunately, after looking at my expenses, I am losing money, not saving. Hence, time to move- $1,100/mo is a bit out of my range.
We're gonna look at apartments on Sunday and *fingers crossed* the one we want will be available. So, it will be goodbye Arlington, VA, hello Rockville, MD. Which makes more sense since both Dan and I work in Rockville, and his roommate Fred will work at hospitals in MD (we're all moving together). I can handle $1,800 split three ways, that's affordable. Once I know more details, I'm sure I'll post them on here.
- In other news, I got a promotion today which involves a tiny raise. But money is money, and I need it desperately.
- I've all but basically given up on men. They either all suck, are not worth it, or just all suck. Yep. Not that I'm bitter or anything. No one out there is dateable that I've found. You know how guys complain about being the "nice guy" and getting shafted, well, it goes both ways. I will ALWAYS be The Friend, granted, a good kickass really close friend, but a friend nonetheless. It is here to stay, forever. Here's to be a spinstress for a very long time.
- I had a duathlon in the OBX this past weekend. Supposed to be a triathlon, but the swim was changed to a 5k run instead. It sucked. Since we started out running together, and i'm a pokey ass, I clearly started and ended at the end, haha. And note to the wise, running a 10k with a blood sugar of 50 mg/dL really sucks. I camped in my car the night before the race. Ha, here's to saving money! At least I parked near the water and could hear the waves lapping ashore all night and look out my windows and see the starry sky. It was beautiful.
- I got my first speeding ticket this week. Apparently going 79 in a 55 is not a good idea and worth $160. Booo. But c'mon people, I just NEED to go fast. I cannot explain it any other way than it feels good. Feels right. Seriously, going slow hurts, not physically per se, but somewhere in me, it hurts. Maybe I'm just racing away from life...and failing.