Stop The World... I Want To Get Off!
Hmmm... My head is all full of conflicting emotions about the house... I'm all confuddled and messed up.
~*~ I can't order any furniture in case it all falls through (my mother always says that with a hint of delight on her face)
~*~ Grandma and my Dad think its a disgrace we will be living together and not married... Grandma for old fashioned moral type issues and Dad for some overprotective crazy father type issues... Like the money Grandma gave me tonight... Zac made a special effort to be here when she came over and Dad said he shouldn't have because that money is mine and not his and if anything went wrong in the future then that bed would be mine... Its not going to go wrong is it? I've been seeing the guy for 4 and a half years... I adore him. Yes, it will be tough and I'm not his mother or his slave and all that, but he cares about me and I care about him and we'll be just fine Thank You Very Much!
~*~ The letting agency was randomly closed yesterday... Zac says its something to do with them going out of business or maybe just closing that branch or some other half assed story. So who knows if we'll be paying the agency rent or direct to the landlord... then Dad starts asking questions about is it 4 weekly or monthly rent... as if it makes a spot of difference? Its my money... all mine... I've not asked them for a penny and all they have offered me is loan of a dining table and 4 chairs... I'm 22 years old, I've saved over £2000 and then Grandma gave me another £250... The only money trouble we had on the budget I worked out was a slight cash flow problem until October as thats my first bursary payment (I get nothing in September), but I have an overdraught and credit card and a couple of weeks later it will all work out!
Who knows? Who the fuck knows anything? Eh?
PS... didn't get the haircut I had intended... sat at home like a lazy bum... just like I have done every other day this week...
Oh and Zac is going on the work night out tomorrow... so he'll be hung over on Friday... and I won't see him at all tomorrow, there will be no one to rescue me from my pit of despair! How can he go out and spend money when all I do is sit here and feel bad about thinking about spending money on house things that I need?
~*~ I can't order any furniture in case it all falls through (my mother always says that with a hint of delight on her face)
~*~ Grandma and my Dad think its a disgrace we will be living together and not married... Grandma for old fashioned moral type issues and Dad for some overprotective crazy father type issues... Like the money Grandma gave me tonight... Zac made a special effort to be here when she came over and Dad said he shouldn't have because that money is mine and not his and if anything went wrong in the future then that bed would be mine... Its not going to go wrong is it? I've been seeing the guy for 4 and a half years... I adore him. Yes, it will be tough and I'm not his mother or his slave and all that, but he cares about me and I care about him and we'll be just fine Thank You Very Much!
~*~ The letting agency was randomly closed yesterday... Zac says its something to do with them going out of business or maybe just closing that branch or some other half assed story. So who knows if we'll be paying the agency rent or direct to the landlord... then Dad starts asking questions about is it 4 weekly or monthly rent... as if it makes a spot of difference? Its my money... all mine... I've not asked them for a penny and all they have offered me is loan of a dining table and 4 chairs... I'm 22 years old, I've saved over £2000 and then Grandma gave me another £250... The only money trouble we had on the budget I worked out was a slight cash flow problem until October as thats my first bursary payment (I get nothing in September), but I have an overdraught and credit card and a couple of weeks later it will all work out!
Who knows? Who the fuck knows anything? Eh?
PS... didn't get the haircut I had intended... sat at home like a lazy bum... just like I have done every other day this week...
Oh and Zac is going on the work night out tomorrow... so he'll be hung over on Friday... and I won't see him at all tomorrow, there will be no one to rescue me from my pit of despair! How can he go out and spend money when all I do is sit here and feel bad about thinking about spending money on house things that I need?