2280: Hate This Place
There are times when I want to record stuff, but--since I don't entirely believe in fully private entries save select things that are useless* to anyone but me--I haven't really worked up the gumption to post about them. I have secrets I wouldn't even tell Charles [and who doesn't have secrets?], not because they're in as such bad, but because I feel it unnecessary to tell him... like who has a crush on So-and-So, and that ilk. I've also avoided posting things out of the usual "I'm gonna jinx it" worries, though it usually ends up coming to be anyway :p I would feel as though a dark cloud had been lifted off of me, then... DISASTER.
*They've talked in Ask Marilyn about the historical value of ordinary people's photos, diaries, and journals in terms of getting a better understanding of how people in that time period thought, dressed, and interacted, but what I feel is of actual historical value would be at the very most Friends-locked, not fully Private. Fully Private/All-Screened is stuff like other people's addresses, and something that isn't coming to mind because I have rarely, if NEVER, used that function.
I dared to believe that Bugger was gone, either by quitting or being told to sod off, because I hadn't seen him at work in a week. Naturally, I didn't want to jinx that, but I guess even thinking it, daring to dream it meant jinxing it as is. Ugh. If only Singer hadn't quit, but he was one of those "This is my second job for the holiday moneys" people... prolly just as [in]competent as Bugger, but at least he was fun. Bugger's just obnoxious, and more gross now than if he had never paid attention to me.
Similarly, I find myself worrying over the state of living space again. I was convinced, the first year, when we started to realize that Nag was around every single damn day except for most of maybe one day every two weeks [and was even here when Shu went to a work conference in Nevada!], that, "It's just the one year... then we'll work something new out." Then came time for renewal, and neither Charles nor Shu wanted to move [I'm not considering Nag's opinion, because she has none as far as the lease goes], so then it became, "Well... just ONE more year, and this time we're doing four-way rent split*..."
*which, technically, is still three-way and Shu pays two halves... I still don't get how her parents kicked her out of the house if she's still an unemployed grad student
I worry that fifteen years down the road, we're still in this apartment, still splitting four-way rent [increased accordingly], she's STILL in grad school, STILL fighting with Shu, STILL ENGAGED BUT NO DATE SET... It's paranoia, for certain, but the notion of living in terms of putting up with someone living with us we never agreed would be living here, on a year-to-year basis and futilely counting down the days until the countdown resets is depressing, to say the least. It's not the most depressing thing in the world possible, but it's clearly unhealthy.
The cure, of course, is to find a cheaper place where we could live alone again OR find a new roommate we like, who won't bring in unwanted permanent guests without our explicit permission, who can reliably pay the rent each month. It's been kind of pointless to talk about until closer to time for renewal/cancellation, though, which is still four-odd months away.
The alternative--Shu getting rid of the Nag--unfortunately relies solely on Shu coming to his senses, which clearly isn't going to happen after this long with no progress [or regress, for that matter].
On that note, I've never entirely gotten the joke, "If pro is the opposite of con, what's the opposite of progress?" I understand the logical conclusion of "Congress," but what I don't get is how pro- is the opposite of con-. My lexicon is too random to conclusively arrive at actual words where the pro- prefix can successfully be made into its antonym with con- in its place--the actual opposite of pro- is re-, as I've stated. Furthermore, the stresses/pronunciation changes between progress and Congress, which is simply too jarring to me as a joke.
A "good" bad word joke is this one my father was infatuated with during the O.J. Simpson trial era:What's a little taco?
taquito
What's a little burro?
burrito
What's a little judge?
Judge Ito
It's dumb, and it makes no sense [as opposed to being high-brow and making no sense], but at least it fits the wordplay scheme!
Anyway, a secret... TO EVERYONE:Fawx: You should post that to LJ, just the picture without any explanation about what it is XD
Me: *does* XD
NO LJ-CUT BECAUSE IT IS TEH DRAMAS IN YO' FACE
*They've talked in Ask Marilyn about the historical value of ordinary people's photos, diaries, and journals in terms of getting a better understanding of how people in that time period thought, dressed, and interacted, but what I feel is of actual historical value would be at the very most Friends-locked, not fully Private. Fully Private/All-Screened is stuff like other people's addresses, and something that isn't coming to mind because I have rarely, if NEVER, used that function.
I dared to believe that Bugger was gone, either by quitting or being told to sod off, because I hadn't seen him at work in a week. Naturally, I didn't want to jinx that, but I guess even thinking it, daring to dream it meant jinxing it as is. Ugh. If only Singer hadn't quit, but he was one of those "This is my second job for the holiday moneys" people... prolly just as [in]competent as Bugger, but at least he was fun. Bugger's just obnoxious, and more gross now than if he had never paid attention to me.
Similarly, I find myself worrying over the state of living space again. I was convinced, the first year, when we started to realize that Nag was around every single damn day except for most of maybe one day every two weeks [and was even here when Shu went to a work conference in Nevada!], that, "It's just the one year... then we'll work something new out." Then came time for renewal, and neither Charles nor Shu wanted to move [I'm not considering Nag's opinion, because she has none as far as the lease goes], so then it became, "Well... just ONE more year, and this time we're doing four-way rent split*..."
*which, technically, is still three-way and Shu pays two halves... I still don't get how her parents kicked her out of the house if she's still an unemployed grad student
I worry that fifteen years down the road, we're still in this apartment, still splitting four-way rent [increased accordingly], she's STILL in grad school, STILL fighting with Shu, STILL ENGAGED BUT NO DATE SET... It's paranoia, for certain, but the notion of living in terms of putting up with someone living with us we never agreed would be living here, on a year-to-year basis and futilely counting down the days until the countdown resets is depressing, to say the least. It's not the most depressing thing in the world possible, but it's clearly unhealthy.
The cure, of course, is to find a cheaper place where we could live alone again OR find a new roommate we like, who won't bring in unwanted permanent guests without our explicit permission, who can reliably pay the rent each month. It's been kind of pointless to talk about until closer to time for renewal/cancellation, though, which is still four-odd months away.
The alternative--Shu getting rid of the Nag--unfortunately relies solely on Shu coming to his senses, which clearly isn't going to happen after this long with no progress [or regress, for that matter].
On that note, I've never entirely gotten the joke, "If pro is the opposite of con, what's the opposite of progress?" I understand the logical conclusion of "Congress," but what I don't get is how pro- is the opposite of con-. My lexicon is too random to conclusively arrive at actual words where the pro- prefix can successfully be made into its antonym with con- in its place--the actual opposite of pro- is re-, as I've stated. Furthermore, the stresses/pronunciation changes between progress and Congress, which is simply too jarring to me as a joke.
A "good" bad word joke is this one my father was infatuated with during the O.J. Simpson trial era:What's a little taco?
taquito
What's a little burro?
burrito
What's a little judge?
Judge Ito
It's dumb, and it makes no sense [as opposed to being high-brow and making no sense], but at least it fits the wordplay scheme!
Anyway, a secret... TO EVERYONE:Fawx: You should post that to LJ, just the picture without any explanation about what it is XD
Me: *does* XD
NO LJ-CUT BECAUSE IT IS TEH DRAMAS IN YO' FACE