Yeah, so...
My house is EMPTY. I elected not to move my stuff in because that house has gotten all dusty and dead bug infested in the last six months and I decided that if I clean and paint before I move in, I'll feel better about it. I go from YAY!! My HOUUUUSE!! to UGH! Hand me down nasty cracker jack rat hole!! and back again every ten minutes. But I'll be fine once it's clean and painted and my stuff is in it. :) I wish you guys could see it and see what I'm talking about. I mean, the place definitely has character and potential. What bothers me, I think, is number one~ we've been talking shit about my house for months. How bad we want to get the hell out, how much it sucks living there~ and while that had nothing to do with the actual house, just the cramped-ness or of our living situation, the residue of that remains. Number two~ the bathroom drawer that Chris didn't fix correctly, so now it's all f*ed up and has a big black screw in the middle of it. And the front door that is, I think, not an exterior door, and makes me nervous and allows lots of centipeds and other creepy crawleys into my house. Fixable stuff~ but stuff that will definitely bother me if it's not fixed. This entry, by the way, is all fallout from the super-emotional hormonal day I suffered yesterday~ and that some people ended up suffering with me. (Picture me sobbing on a mat in the corner of my empty room.) Kristy saved me even though I was being a total bitch. :) I have a good sister. So I'm off to price materials at Home Depot~ see what kind of goodies I can put in the house!! :) Yay. My house.