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obliviousally_ljNow that I've gotten that horrible ordeal out of the way...
I told my mom about the moving thing. She's very against it. But not because she doesn't want to see me move, but because of the weather and she thinks we're doing it WAY too fast.
Well, considering once the utilities are off her, we may as well be homeless, there isn't a way to do it other than 'fast'.
She said she'd help with the bills here, even postponing getting her car/license back so we can at least wait until the weather breaks so it's safer to drive. I don't know, I don't want to have to be responsible for someone elses' fuckup, to be honest. I shouldn't have to put out money because someone else was a complete retard.
I'm going to think over it. And when we go out to wash clothes at Rob's, I'll see what his and his mothers' opinion is on it. Because his mom always has good advice.
Plus, TJ's been giving me the 'are you sure we're doing the right thing' questions and I haven't had a good answer. I really do feel we need to get out of this place, but the weather does scare the crap out of me. Especially when the car needs new brakes and we'll pretty much be driving into worse weather the farther north and west we travel.
So, we'll see. I foresee us moving, but maybe not as immediately as we planned.
We went over to the apartment early yesterday morning to get a bath and drop stuff off over there. Took most of the fur over and some clothes.
They cleaned out TJ's room to paint the walls and it's the worst painting job I've EVER seen. One coat of paint, paint on the ceiling, pained the lightswitch. It's atrocious. And this is by someone who's supposed to be a handyman. I know how to pain a fucking room. You mask the edges and you give it more than one piss-poor, jagged coat.
Fucking christ.
I had to 'shovel' the driveway with a TOTE before we left. A foot of snow meant TJ couldn't back the Cavieler down the driveway more than about six feet. And, because there's no shovel anywhere in the house (because, of course, it's not something a girl needs!), I had to spend swice as much time and energy removing two pathes of snow from the driveway with a plastic tote.
Ugh.
Then, we got Hot Dog Shoppe and came home to sleep.
I told my mom about the moving thing. She's very against it. But not because she doesn't want to see me move, but because of the weather and she thinks we're doing it WAY too fast.
Well, considering once the utilities are off her, we may as well be homeless, there isn't a way to do it other than 'fast'.
She said she'd help with the bills here, even postponing getting her car/license back so we can at least wait until the weather breaks so it's safer to drive. I don't know, I don't want to have to be responsible for someone elses' fuckup, to be honest. I shouldn't have to put out money because someone else was a complete retard.
I'm going to think over it. And when we go out to wash clothes at Rob's, I'll see what his and his mothers' opinion is on it. Because his mom always has good advice.
Plus, TJ's been giving me the 'are you sure we're doing the right thing' questions and I haven't had a good answer. I really do feel we need to get out of this place, but the weather does scare the crap out of me. Especially when the car needs new brakes and we'll pretty much be driving into worse weather the farther north and west we travel.
So, we'll see. I foresee us moving, but maybe not as immediately as we planned.
We went over to the apartment early yesterday morning to get a bath and drop stuff off over there. Took most of the fur over and some clothes.
They cleaned out TJ's room to paint the walls and it's the worst painting job I've EVER seen. One coat of paint, paint on the ceiling, pained the lightswitch. It's atrocious. And this is by someone who's supposed to be a handyman. I know how to pain a fucking room. You mask the edges and you give it more than one piss-poor, jagged coat.
Fucking christ.
I had to 'shovel' the driveway with a TOTE before we left. A foot of snow meant TJ couldn't back the Cavieler down the driveway more than about six feet. And, because there's no shovel anywhere in the house (because, of course, it's not something a girl needs!), I had to spend swice as much time and energy removing two pathes of snow from the driveway with a plastic tote.
Ugh.
Then, we got Hot Dog Shoppe and came home to sleep.
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Date: 2009-01-12 06:09 am (UTC)I mean I'd be less than enthused about driving from Ohio to here myself.
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Date: 2009-01-12 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-12 06:13 am (UTC)I'd feel like a total thundercunt if you felt rushed, the last thing you guys need is somehow...MOAR STRESS.
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Date: 2009-01-12 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-14 04:44 am (UTC)This Al guy has a broken sense of "chivalry", one where women aren't allowed to be self-reliant. And I'm willing to bet he can't adequately explain why he feels this way; it's bigotry, and doesn't bear thought, so he probably just turns away anything that makes him question it so he doesn't have to feel uncomfortable rethinking his emotional investment in it.
Hell, I'd give you a shovel and get myself a pickaxe to break up ice. Hard work, but I've had fun doing it.
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Date: 2009-01-22 05:47 pm (UTC)...I'M JUUUUUUST SAYING...
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