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The new apartment is sweet and the complex we're in is really nice. The apartment has wall-to-wall carpeting, a sliding door off the living room that leads out to a modest balcony, and the complex has a pool and will soon have a fitness center in the club house next to the pool...and The Felon and I are gonna be allllllll up in that fitness center. We gotta get ready for pool season.
So yeah, now Momma D's acid reflux will subside because she was so, so afraid that I'd hate the place. Hell, I'm excited...and how can I complain when I'm not even paying for anything. I mean, I'm [REDACTED] years old, I don't have a job (but only for the last three months...I had one for 8+ years before that!), and I live rent-free with my mother. I'm in no place to complain even if I had anything to complain about...also, the bathroom is right across from my bedroom. I don't even have to open my eyes to stumble in there for a middle of the night potty trip...and did I mention there will be cable in my room? I've never had that before. Cable in my room and the bathroom two feet away? That's like Kristen's idea of heaven! Heaven, I tell you, heaven.
I don't know why everybody thinks I'm so hard to please and when I ask people why they think that, they say, "Well, ya never know with you." What the hell does that mean? Like I'm so horribly volatile. Maybe I was a little bit when I was a teenager, but not only am I older and more mature, but I'm medicated for Christ's sake. And I don't work at that shitty store that made me miserable and crazy. It may not have been financially ideal for me to quit, but it helped me brain and that's important too.
Anyway, I just cleaned under my bed and there was a hell of a lot of bottle caps under there. Maximus likes to play with bottle caps, so for the past two years we've been tossing bottle caps at him to play with and it appears that they've all gathered under my bed along with two pairs of shoes that I'd forgotten that I had. Pffft.
So yeah, now Momma D's acid reflux will subside because she was so, so afraid that I'd hate the place. Hell, I'm excited...and how can I complain when I'm not even paying for anything. I mean, I'm [REDACTED] years old, I don't have a job (but only for the last three months...I had one for 8+ years before that!), and I live rent-free with my mother. I'm in no place to complain even if I had anything to complain about...also, the bathroom is right across from my bedroom. I don't even have to open my eyes to stumble in there for a middle of the night potty trip...and did I mention there will be cable in my room? I've never had that before. Cable in my room and the bathroom two feet away? That's like Kristen's idea of heaven! Heaven, I tell you, heaven.
I don't know why everybody thinks I'm so hard to please and when I ask people why they think that, they say, "Well, ya never know with you." What the hell does that mean? Like I'm so horribly volatile. Maybe I was a little bit when I was a teenager, but not only am I older and more mature, but I'm medicated for Christ's sake. And I don't work at that shitty store that made me miserable and crazy. It may not have been financially ideal for me to quit, but it helped me brain and that's important too.
Anyway, I just cleaned under my bed and there was a hell of a lot of bottle caps under there. Maximus likes to play with bottle caps, so for the past two years we've been tossing bottle caps at him to play with and it appears that they've all gathered under my bed along with two pairs of shoes that I'd forgotten that I had. Pffft.