You have a place to live...Just kidding!

Don't you love when you call to verify your fax went through, they tell you yes, and then add on 'but unfortunately we have no more apartments'....

'Wait why did you call to approve me then?'

'Well you were but we needed your proof of income.'

'You mean that fax I sent you the day you called to approve me?'

'Yes'

'How did this happen if I did it the same day?'

'Well someone else was approved and gave us their information first.'

'So you approved us both for the same apartment, the only one that was available? Why didn't you call and tell me so I could look for another place?'

'Well yes...sorry for the miscommunication'

WHAT COMMUNICATION?! Insert so many curse words into this; SDFLIJFGJJHDDGNN.

Okay, I'm cool now. Bruno Mars is trying to chill me out, he's all 'hey baby forget that, we'll find another place.'

Hey, he said this...in my dreams once. That apartment complex is on my 'shit' list. My Shit list is just places I hate, don't worry guys it's not some death note thing (if you don't know what that is, well it's not a hit list). Aside from that, I do not have to put my kid on a wait list for the daycare I want to put her in, so YAY for that! Seriously I was very happy about that. It was a mixture of good and bad news the past couple of days. "Haha no aparment" but 'Yay daycare!' and then 'you need to replace ALL your tires', and 'your wheels are bent, you need new rims'. Don't even ask, apparently driving like a crazy bat out of hell on unpaved roads has consequences. Who knew.

Tomorrow will be known as the day of spending also. I have to pay the 50.00 registration fee for the little one, another application fee to another apartment, a new state inspection for the car, and renew its tags, and I just know I'm forgetting something ahahaha. Oh yes buying the usual kid stuff, diapers, wipes, and then I have to buy myself a mattress. Haha when I left I got my furniture and the mattress was mine but I didn't want it. It was my act of defiance. Our marriage is over?! Fine! But I don't want that mattress! I know, I sure showed...him...or something. Haha I don't even know where I was going with that when it happened. The point is, I need a mattress, and a vacuum...and dining room chairs. No we did not split the dining room set 50/50 I wanted the spare table because I wanted something not connected to us.

Guys, when things are over, it is over. This little girl disappears or in this case, I can't disappear, but I disassociate like a beast, and once I've resolved myself to move on. I do it. First I break down like a huge baby, but then I put my big girl britches on and go on -as I say this Bruno Mars feels my mood change as he's singing Grenade right now, just for me, let me dream damn it-.

So my to do list on furniture:
1. Mattress
2. Dining room chairs
3. Eventually a couch/futon/love seat thing.

In other to do things:
FIND A PLACE TO LIVE. No big.

My bitter ass is going to pretend I'm tired and let my brain keep me up for another hour because it is cruel and unusual toward me.