I went appartment hunting yesterday and found absolutely no open appartments. Fuck my life. I cannot live in this house as long as it's going to take me to find an appartment!
Today Jesse went upstairs to cut a pineapple we bought a few days ago so we could eat it, and the above picture is what he found in the kitchen. He came back downstairs with the uncut pineapple in hand and kicked a random shoe all the way across the room. "There's not an inch of clean space, and not a single clean dish or piece of silverware up there," he said, adding several curses, so i went up and looked for myself. Obviously, he was right.
"Let's leave right now and we'll get something from Perkins before i have to go into work," he suggested, slightly calmer than before.
So i got dressed and straightened my hair, and we got in the car. On the way to the restaurant, i said, "We're never buying food to take back to that house again. There's no point in it. We can eat out until we get our own place, and as long as we're careful, we shouldn't spend too much more money or put on too much more weight."
He nodded. "Makes sense."
"I still feel homeless," i told him.
"I know what you mean. We have a place to live, but it has none of the comforts a home should have." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it without taking his eyes from the rainy roads. "I promise we'll have a place soon," he said, "one way or another."
I really hope he's right...
**Edit. Oh and might i add, i'm doing their fucking laundry so i can do my own because they always leave a load in the dryer and in the washer, so i've got to dry two of their loads before i can begin my own. If the laundromat wasn't so expensive, i'd just say fuck it and go there instead, but i'm not made of money.... gahhhh!
Sorry about the mood swings, guys and gals... I'll blame it on the pregnacy..
I feel you. I didn't have to deal with an outward mess like that when my hubby and I lived with his aunt but she was a food hoarder. I mean, she had food that expired back in '07 still in the fridge...really nasty and always bought enough food to feed 5 people when it was only her eating her food. My husband and I would eat out most of the time (let's say it didn't turn out well for me since my husband would comment when I would order something small).
ReplyDeleteFuck me sideways! D:
ReplyDeleteYup, there is a difference between a 'House' and a 'Home'. You can have a home that is not a house, or live in a house that is not at all homelike.
Thank you for the hugs :) I'm so ashamed about the fucked-up puking attempt. Its the one line I thought I'd never cross, ya know? Like learning the lyrics to a Justin Beiber song or getting a Backstreet Boys tattoo on your arse. (I've not done EITHER of those two things!!)
I'm glad you liked the video. I cry happysad tears every time I watch it!
I hope you have a good Easter. Save your back, just take their laundry out and leave it in a washing basket next time. They're not reducing the rent since you're doing housekeeping work for them, are they?
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My brother and his girlfriend moved into a house with another couple. They were horrid! They left there stuff everywhere and never did anything. Always complaining they were too tired - my brother works long night shifts, and now has a new born baby and is exhausted. They have no idea what it feels like to be tired.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, you and Jesse seem so sweet. I'm happy you've got someone who's there for you. I hope you're baby's doing well. :)
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I hope you guys find your own place soon! Sounds like you both really want & need to.
ReplyDeleteOh hun I feel for you guys! I hope you can find a place asap!
ReplyDeleteXoxo