Anybody got a closet for rent?
All my life, I've had it pretty good. I know that. My parents love me, my little sister is amazing. We have a good house in a good neighbourhood, and my friends are near and dear to my heart. So I can't help but feel like the black sheep in my family, when my mother says things like "I did my level best to raise you right, with a good sense of morals and to know right from wrong. But I will not have someone living under my roof who works at a place like that. If you are going to work there, you aren't going to live here."
The big bad job? The thing that is worth kicking me out over? Between Us Lovers. A sex shop where giggly women and gay men can buy various toys. They sell 'couples kits' and lingerie and vibrators. Well, and bondage equipment. onoes! You'd think that I've told them I've decided to become a drug-addled whore like my step-cousin. But nope, I'm going to be fully clothed, offering people an opportunity to orgasm better. 'Cause gods know that's a major sin.
I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm being kicked out. That I have to somehow amass first-and-last months rent, get out of this fucking house, and pay myh parents back the grand or so that I owe them. She wants me out? fine. I'll be happy to go. But I hate the idea of asking them for money to pay my deposit on an apartment, so that I can owe them even more.
Yes, I'll admit that I've been trying to find something, anything, to get me out of this house. But at least then it was my choice, you know? Now, the heat's on, and I gotta find something As soon as fucking possible. For those of you who don't live in the Sudbury area? Here are some stats.
A bachelor apartment that comes with complimentary mice and bugs: $600+ in the downtown core.
Vacancy rate in Sudbury: < 01%
Yes, that's correct. Less that one percent of Sudbury is vacant right now. It's a seller's market, and I'm screwed, blued and tattooed.
Fuck.
The big bad job? The thing that is worth kicking me out over? Between Us Lovers. A sex shop where giggly women and gay men can buy various toys. They sell 'couples kits' and lingerie and vibrators. Well, and bondage equipment. onoes! You'd think that I've told them I've decided to become a drug-addled whore like my step-cousin. But nope, I'm going to be fully clothed, offering people an opportunity to orgasm better. 'Cause gods know that's a major sin.
I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm being kicked out. That I have to somehow amass first-and-last months rent, get out of this fucking house, and pay myh parents back the grand or so that I owe them. She wants me out? fine. I'll be happy to go. But I hate the idea of asking them for money to pay my deposit on an apartment, so that I can owe them even more.
Yes, I'll admit that I've been trying to find something, anything, to get me out of this house. But at least then it was my choice, you know? Now, the heat's on, and I gotta find something As soon as fucking possible. For those of you who don't live in the Sudbury area? Here are some stats.
A bachelor apartment that comes with complimentary mice and bugs: $600+ in the downtown core.
Vacancy rate in Sudbury: < 01%
Yes, that's correct. Less that one percent of Sudbury is vacant right now. It's a seller's market, and I'm screwed, blued and tattooed.
Fuck.