February 28, 2007
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I give up.
No, seriously. I just talked to the realtor who is selling the house I
live in. The same house I JUST MOVED INTO three weeks ago.
Yeah, they found a buyer. And the new people want to live in my apartment. No,
it's not definite yet, but it's hardly hopeful. I'm angry,
miserable, and absolutely devastated. I don't even get to enjoy my new
porch in the summertime, or the new
stuff I ordered from Ikea that's supposed to be delivered tomorrow.
These people are taking it from me. I went through all that moving BS
for absolutely nothing. NOTHING. And now, i have to do it all over
again.
I'm NOT doing it again. This is absolute bullshit. I might as well quit
my job, which I don't even like anyway, and get the hell out of dodge.
This place absolutely sucks. I'm not putting up with this fucking city
any more. I hate it here. hate it, HATE IT.
I'm taking my bunny rabbit and I'm leaving.I don't want to be cheered up. I don't want help, or even a solution.
I'm tired of living from stopgap to stopgap.
I don't care if all this sounds petulant or unreasonable or selfish. I
used to be a really happy, positive person. Now everytime I hang on to
my optimism I just get fucked over. Fuck that. I'm just angry
now.
You know what this is like? it's like the soggiest bowl of cereal
you've ever eaten. You start out with a bowl of cereal and put milk on
it, and then you eat all the cereal but there's still milk in the
bottom. So you add more cereal to balance it out, then you run out of
milk, and you add more of that, and it goes on and on and on. You can
even try a different kind of cereal, but really, it's no different. The
you're still eating soggy cereal forever and ever and you don't know
why you're even doing it anymore. Jobs and apartments are exactly like
that. I don't want to live like this.
I think I'm also going to pretend to be ill (other than mentally, which
I already am) and leave early and not go into work tomorrow. Fuck,
there's no point, I might as well not go in to work at all, ever again.Somebody is going to pay for this.
And I left my phone at "home" today, too. So much for that. I might as well go live in a cardboard box at this point.
Comments (6)
ugh what horrible people for making you go through all that and then pulling the rug out from under you. I do not blame you for being burnt out. do what you gotta do, you. I'm all for that.
that's HORRIBLE! those bastards!
If I were you I'd call the landlord and ask him 1) why he didn't explicitly tell you he was planning to sell before renting to you and 2) why his ethics allow him to screw you out of all this time and money. Then I'd have a drink, start looking for a new place, and file this one under "shitty experiences".
You'll get through this. There are bowls of crunchy cereal somewhere in your near future.
that really sucks! I'd be sooo pissed. I think you're doing better than I would be...
With all of the renter protection laws in place in Massachusetts, I have a hard time believing that you have no legal recourse against these assholes. Whichever assholes. The current owners. The realtor. The new owners. Somebody. Seriously, you should look into this. You were totally swindled. I'd be all gung ho for bringing down loads of soggy cereal on the heads of the people who've been feeding it to you. How nice, to have a nonvulgar analogy to jump right into here.
You know, fuck manners, pick the bowl up and drink the rest of the milk, then you can put the cereal away and go out to the park and have fun.
Also, since my room mates tend to flee, for whatever reason, I extend the same offer to you I did to Jason and a few other people. I have an extra bedroom in this apartment. It'd mean living in Wyoming, but that certainly puts things into perspective. I'm serious. The room is just sitting empty and I could use someone to talk to once in a while. I also promise not to mess with your stuff.
Take care of yourself.
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