Jun 17, 2012 15:57
~I wrote up a letter 'from Le-Le' to the park manager yesterday giving her the 411 on the sitch here. It included That Woman's snail mail addy and phone number plus a copy of the stipulation. It said 'I don't own this house any more, talk to this bitch,' more or less.
Tomorrow I call Kern Co Tax and find out the Who, How and Where of the same process. We want those fucking taxes off Le-Le's record. Let that fucking cunt pay them.
Except for Le-Le's call to that other park that seems to have some nice rentals, this weekend is largely a write-off in the Moving Dept. The last few months, and especially the last few weeks, badly damaged us both. I suspect I'll only be up for a few hours now, eating, supplementing and medicating, before I lay down again. I can feel how fried I still am.
Goddess Willing, we can get going again tomorrow with some amount of endurance...
nebs says cunt,
lawfare,
nebs is fried