No Flaming Burglars, Nothin!
We didnt get the house.... and I didnt get the job. And I found this all out today. Its been a very bad day.
Basically, Matt and I are miserable with our situation right now. I have haulted wedding planning while I search for a house. I have extended the search to forest park (Bleh) and sent my realtor several houses in that area. None of them have everything I want, but we cant live here anymore.... and if you know anything, you know apartments right now are stupid. Why would I spend 850 a month on an apartment when I can get a house for 700? That doesnt make any sense! Matt is tired of the house search because we keep getting shut down on houses. I have brought Colorado back up (after not speaking its name for a few weeks.) and I think if we get shut out of another house, Im just going to find him a job out there and not tell him till they call for an interview. I can find work no matter where I go (dont get me wrong, it takes time, but it always happens.) I'm just so done with this city. There are so few nice areas anymore, that unless you have 200k for a house, you are going to live in a slum. We're fucked. Matt keeps saying how sick he is of seeing all these houses that we're never going to own, but I think hes just tired of the rejection.
ROFLMAO, I just watched a commercial where a guy walks into his daughters room and lays a blanket on the floor. He then proceeds to lick the edge of the blanket and roll himself up in it. He looks at his daughter and says "hey what am I?!" She says "I dunno, a burrito?" "no" "a Larva?" "No silly Im a joint!" That is both fucking hilarious and classy!
Anyway, now back to our regularly scheduled programing.
The more we get rejected by houses, the more I lose faith in this city/country. We have done everything right in life, only to get shit on over and over. I hate it. It makes me insane. All I want is a place to call my own. A place where I can paint walls and not worry about Matts mom walking in on us during sexy time. A place where I can have people over without worrying about bothering the people on the other side of the wall, or above or below us. I want somewhere where I can get a dog and play with it in the back yard! Gah!
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Anyway on to the TMI section. If you do not want to know about my medical problems (god help me Im turning into my grandmother) then skip this next section
I am pretty sure I have a hernia. Not the kind of hernia guys get, you cant see anything, and its not in my groin. Im pretty sure I have an umbilical hernia. It really sucks. Basically I have this wicked pain behind my belly button alot, and I get nausea if I eat or dont eat (pretty much always have it.) My stomach is sticking out to the point where I look pregnant (and dont even say it, I'm NOT pregnant. You can go ahead and put that to rest right now.) Basically, my old surgery scar broke open on the inside and its blocking my intestins and its constipating me right now. So basically, Im pregnant with a food baby lol. I had to look funny tonight at meijer though. I was walking around the store and I saw a cute shirt. I walked over and picked it up and my stomach started to hurt so I put my hand on it. Yeah I then realized it was a maternity shirt. So here I am, bloated, holding my stomach in the maternity section lol. Bwahaha. i thought it was funny.
So yeah, Life sucks alot.
Basically, Matt and I are miserable with our situation right now. I have haulted wedding planning while I search for a house. I have extended the search to forest park (Bleh) and sent my realtor several houses in that area. None of them have everything I want, but we cant live here anymore.... and if you know anything, you know apartments right now are stupid. Why would I spend 850 a month on an apartment when I can get a house for 700? That doesnt make any sense! Matt is tired of the house search because we keep getting shut down on houses. I have brought Colorado back up (after not speaking its name for a few weeks.) and I think if we get shut out of another house, Im just going to find him a job out there and not tell him till they call for an interview. I can find work no matter where I go (dont get me wrong, it takes time, but it always happens.) I'm just so done with this city. There are so few nice areas anymore, that unless you have 200k for a house, you are going to live in a slum. We're fucked. Matt keeps saying how sick he is of seeing all these houses that we're never going to own, but I think hes just tired of the rejection.
ROFLMAO, I just watched a commercial where a guy walks into his daughters room and lays a blanket on the floor. He then proceeds to lick the edge of the blanket and roll himself up in it. He looks at his daughter and says "hey what am I?!" She says "I dunno, a burrito?" "no" "a Larva?" "No silly Im a joint!" That is both fucking hilarious and classy!
Anyway, now back to our regularly scheduled programing.
The more we get rejected by houses, the more I lose faith in this city/country. We have done everything right in life, only to get shit on over and over. I hate it. It makes me insane. All I want is a place to call my own. A place where I can paint walls and not worry about Matts mom walking in on us during sexy time. A place where I can have people over without worrying about bothering the people on the other side of the wall, or above or below us. I want somewhere where I can get a dog and play with it in the back yard! Gah!
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Anyway on to the TMI section. If you do not want to know about my medical problems (god help me Im turning into my grandmother) then skip this next section
I am pretty sure I have a hernia. Not the kind of hernia guys get, you cant see anything, and its not in my groin. Im pretty sure I have an umbilical hernia. It really sucks. Basically I have this wicked pain behind my belly button alot, and I get nausea if I eat or dont eat (pretty much always have it.) My stomach is sticking out to the point where I look pregnant (and dont even say it, I'm NOT pregnant. You can go ahead and put that to rest right now.) Basically, my old surgery scar broke open on the inside and its blocking my intestins and its constipating me right now. So basically, Im pregnant with a food baby lol. I had to look funny tonight at meijer though. I was walking around the store and I saw a cute shirt. I walked over and picked it up and my stomach started to hurt so I put my hand on it. Yeah I then realized it was a maternity shirt. So here I am, bloated, holding my stomach in the maternity section lol. Bwahaha. i thought it was funny.
So yeah, Life sucks alot.