It just kills me...

It just kills me when I bust my ass on something that no one else would give a rats ass about and I get dissed for it. I spent days cleaning that apartment and the apartment manager just gives me attitude about how much work they are going to have to do. I went above and beyond what I consider a great job and it is still never enough. Luckily she only took off $55 and I should in theory get the rest. I was very nice and bit my tongue and played the good little girl. I hate playing the submissive when money is on the line. Someday I won't need to beg and scrape to get by and I can retrieve my dignity from under the rug. I hear AK47s help out with that process. But at least that chapter is over...on to the next.

Miles to go before I sleep

Ahh... the old apartment is clean...at least cleaner than when they gave it to me 4 years ago and thats saying something. I do the exit walkthru today at 4:30 pm. Wish me luck...got over $500 deposit riding on the line here. I would love to have that money back in time to get to use it at Pennsic. This move has drained my funds and if I want to be a good girl and pay all my bills, It leaves me with just enough to get to Pennsic and back...but no spending cash :(

This is the first apartment I may actually see a deposit refund. I've always done the well gotta go so use the deposit as last months rent deal. Or I didn't exactly clean the place well and never bothered to inquire about the measly deposit. There is a certain freedom in that, but I just don't have it in me anymore...been on the otherside of being screwed too many times for me not to care. Plus my karmic leash is getting shorter every year. I actually for once reported that I have two cats on my lease...the extra $40 bucks a month burns a bit, but I don't have to contantly worry about having to hide them, which is a major relief. The apartment is a ground level floor, so if the cats are in the window, its kinda hard not to notice. They say money can't buy you happiness, but it sure can buy you security...if you feel safe its much easier to find and truely enjoy happiness!

I love my knew apartment by the way!!!!!!

The kitchen is amazing. I can actually fit my breakfast bar table, my antique kitchen hutch, sewing table, craft table and still have decent room to walk around and function like a real person! Everything just kind of fell into place...yep that is just where that piece of furniture was meant to go. I never really liked my old apartment. The energy was all wrong and nothing quite worked exactly the way I wanted it to. The design sucked and my neighbors were a nightmare. But things are good now and I can make this my home. Even after Joe left and I had the entire 2 bedroom apartment to myself, I never felt like I could do anything with it that was my own "My Precious". It took six months to packs all my stuff, but it took only two days to unpack 80% of it. I love unpacking...its like christmas...oh yeah I forgot I had that...how cool!

The Five Minute Before Show Goth Ensemble

Ahhh...The Rest is Silence

Far be it for me to revel in someone else's misery ...he..he..he... but I just have to announce to the world that I am free!!!!

The evil white trash bitch monster and her hoard of scuzzbag minions have fled their coup (the apartment under mine)! No more screaming and cops showing up at 2 am. No more white ghetto bitching coming from the hallway. No more trash being strewn about all over the yard, halls, and laundry room. No more punk ass ghetto music being played so loud the dvds on my entertainment center would vibrate themselves off onto the floor. No more foul stench of swag pot wafting up the stairs and making me gag.

Ahhh....just peace and quite...karma is bitch and sometimes she is a goddess!

There is still the foul and mysterous funk coming from the laundry room...but I think that's the body pillow someone stuffed down the floor drain and is now molding in the 90 + degree heat...ahhh...so glad I am moving on Friday!!!

Now if I can just find my goddam mail...the post office brain surgeons forwarded my mail a week earlier than they were told to and now have no where to put it since I havn't taken possesion of my new apartment yet. Ahh... one life hurdle at a time I guess.

Fuzzy Science

Do you ever feel like your reality expands and shrinks based simply on what you do?

The Camel's Back is Broken

I am tired of being the upright tight ass little miss priss proper Lady of the court. Its not fun anymore. The Kingdom politics are burying me under and I just don't give a shit anymore. I'm handing in my yellow belt and saying goodbye to Lady Ivanova.

Warm and Happy Thoughts

So here is my newest toy...he he he...purrs seductively...

It's made of butter soft doe skin leather...the kind that molds to your body when it heats up to the warmth of your skin. I'll post pictures of me in it when I get it in the mail.