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It's been a long exhausting stressful day, and there are miles to go before I stop. Like seriously, I'm not going to get back to Brooklyn until 2am. At least I will get there - there was a while today where I was afraid I wouldn't, which is why![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cell23 and Cara are my personal Lords and Saviors today.
This is the last time I'm going to get assraped by my own money stupidity. Like for serious, full on Scarlett O'Hara "as god is my witness" and everything. I spent the morning over at BoA and Umass5 seeing what I can get done about the crap eating me and whatever crap I try to save alive. As an aside, my credit score? not horrible. I mean, it ain't great either, but I was expecting it to be completely fucked up. Instead it's rather squarely average, much to my pleasant surprise. Maybe I will own property at some point in my life, lolz. Anyway, while this did nothing for the shit stressing me today specifically, I am pleased to report that before I return to MA my credit card will have a zero balance, and the last loose end between me andsundart will be tied up. Cause you know... I'd rather owe Umass 5 money than either of them right now. That said, if anyone in the valley has to deal with Bank of Assrape-ica? Go to the main Street branch and ask for Tom. I've dealt with him on and off since my account was with Bay Bank, and he is fantastic.
So yeah, money blows right now. Thankfully, it will not blow for very long, but this is sort of the final dose of chakabuku needed for me to really fucking do something about it. Cause this shit? no. No no no no no. And how about a big load of no? I don't need this kind of stress. So yeah, money was pretty much the entire FML part of my day. Oh that, and missing the 5pm bus to NY. Hence the above bit about not getting to Brooklyn until 2am. It might be even later, depending on traffic. And the real bitch? I don't want to leave at all. Have I mentioned FML?
Too much heat and driving today, and I am dead tired right now and cranky and well nigh ready to never go near a steering wheel again. (We will be dead asleep on the entire bus ride down, Preciousssss.) But there is some good news, and the driving was in a very good cause. (BTW - I set the odometer in the Yaris when I rented it - I drove 385 miles this week!) It looks indeed like Cara and I will either end up in Lantern (though not, hilariously, in the unit across fromcell23), or in an adorable 2nd floor place in a house on Meadow Street. No Gunpoint, lol. I'm kinda leaning towards the place on meadow, as it's convenient for both of our nefarious porpoises, but for obvious reasons wouldn't mind Lantern either. So we're putting in our applications for both. (Lance @ Kamins, btw? Great guy.) The Meadow Street house is open Sep 1, Lantern could go either way. So we'll see. But it's a step closer to me coming the hell back home, and that's enough to make it... i don't know. Real? Real enough. There's an end in sight, and that's what matters to me. I'll be back where I belong by the fall, which, considering I still think in school terms, has always felt like the beginning of the year anyway, so it all feels rather appropriately timed.
I don't know... this trip in particular was such a mixed bag of good and bad, and there was just no in between anywhere, the bits that were good were very very good, and the bits that were bad... ugh. There was a point or two just today where I very nearly ended up in tears. But for all that... again, I will say, being stressed the hell out here >>>>> being stressed the hell out in NY. Quite possibly because finding someone to pet your head and give you a neck rub is a wee bit easier on this end, lol. Still... I think there were things I had to kinda learn, realize and deal with this week that I wouldn't have otherwise. All part of the journey I suppose. Bumps in the road are to be expected. Especially after a long hard mental winter. You know. Potholes.
Six more weeks at most... and at the other end, my job, gothic flail nights, karaoke, svoi, a cute roomie and someone who still surprises the red spicy hell out of me with how much he loves me....
*deep breath* I can so do this.
It's been a long exhausting stressful day, and there are miles to go before I stop. Like seriously, I'm not going to get back to Brooklyn until 2am. At least I will get there - there was a while today where I was afraid I wouldn't, which is why
cell23 and Cara are my personal Lords and Saviors today.This is the last time I'm going to get assraped by my own money stupidity. Like for serious, full on Scarlett O'Hara "as god is my witness" and everything. I spent the morning over at BoA and Umass5 seeing what I can get done about the crap eating me and whatever crap I try to save alive. As an aside, my credit score? not horrible. I mean, it ain't great either, but I was expecting it to be completely fucked up. Instead it's rather squarely average, much to my pleasant surprise. Maybe I will own property at some point in my life, lolz. Anyway, while this did nothing for the shit stressing me today specifically, I am pleased to report that before I return to MA my credit card will have a zero balance, and the last loose end between me and
sundart will be tied up. Cause you know... I'd rather owe Umass 5 money than either of them right now. That said, if anyone in the valley has to deal with Bank of Assrape-ica? Go to the main Street branch and ask for Tom. I've dealt with him on and off since my account was with Bay Bank, and he is fantastic.So yeah, money blows right now. Thankfully, it will not blow for very long, but this is sort of the final dose of chakabuku needed for me to really fucking do something about it. Cause this shit? no. No no no no no. And how about a big load of no? I don't need this kind of stress. So yeah, money was pretty much the entire FML part of my day. Oh that, and missing the 5pm bus to NY. Hence the above bit about not getting to Brooklyn until 2am. It might be even later, depending on traffic. And the real bitch? I don't want to leave at all. Have I mentioned FML?
Too much heat and driving today, and I am dead tired right now and cranky and well nigh ready to never go near a steering wheel again. (We will be dead asleep on the entire bus ride down, Preciousssss.) But there is some good news, and the driving was in a very good cause. (BTW - I set the odometer in the Yaris when I rented it - I drove 385 miles this week!) It looks indeed like Cara and I will either end up in Lantern (though not, hilariously, in the unit across from
cell23), or in an adorable 2nd floor place in a house on Meadow Street. No Gunpoint, lol. I'm kinda leaning towards the place on meadow, as it's convenient for both of our nefarious porpoises, but for obvious reasons wouldn't mind Lantern either. So we're putting in our applications for both. (Lance @ Kamins, btw? Great guy.) The Meadow Street house is open Sep 1, Lantern could go either way. So we'll see. But it's a step closer to me coming the hell back home, and that's enough to make it... i don't know. Real? Real enough. There's an end in sight, and that's what matters to me. I'll be back where I belong by the fall, which, considering I still think in school terms, has always felt like the beginning of the year anyway, so it all feels rather appropriately timed.I don't know... this trip in particular was such a mixed bag of good and bad, and there was just no in between anywhere, the bits that were good were very very good, and the bits that were bad... ugh. There was a point or two just today where I very nearly ended up in tears. But for all that... again, I will say, being stressed the hell out here >>>>> being stressed the hell out in NY. Quite possibly because finding someone to pet your head and give you a neck rub is a wee bit easier on this end, lol. Still... I think there were things I had to kinda learn, realize and deal with this week that I wouldn't have otherwise. All part of the journey I suppose. Bumps in the road are to be expected. Especially after a long hard mental winter. You know. Potholes.
Six more weeks at most... and at the other end, my job, gothic flail nights, karaoke, svoi, a cute roomie and someone who still surprises the red spicy hell out of me with how much he loves me....
*deep breath* I can so do this.
