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5:00 PM - 7-11-2000
Apartments, Bankruptcy, and I fuckin' need some food.
"If God was a villain, he'd be me."
Ok, well, my plans to tell another story from my past have been shot to hell. I've completely lost the mood because today has been a shitty day all around.
The wife and I went to look at apartments today during my lunchbreak. We looked at a 2/1 and a 2/2 in the same complex, sort of. Sadly, we both fell in love with the 2/2, but we don't know if we can afford it. They want $855 a month for it. It's 1200 sq. feet and has a washer and dryer in the unit and I will admit, you can't find anything else that size, with those amenities, in that area for less. Problem is, we don't want to get into it, then turn around and get into the same mess we're in now. Life is totally fucking us.
I've gotten more information on bankruptcy and I hate to say it but it's looking more and more like our best option. If we can wipe out all of our past debt, then we should be able to afford the apartment. It might be kind of tight and close the first few months, but if we're smart and careful, we could handle it. I spoke with my father about the apartment and he thinks it's a bad idea. That it's too much money. Of course, the wife thinks we can do it so she's pissed that he said no. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place here. On one hand, I agree with my dad that it's pretty high and we should wait and see if something comes open at Limetree (if at all), but on the other hand, I also agree with the wife that we won't find anything much better than the 2/2 at Pine Tree Pointe and we know that they'll have one at the end of the month. I just know that I'm going to be forced to choose sides. Either one will be mad at me for taking the other's side. Someone shoot me!
Shit my hands are shaking. I didn't eat any breakfast this morning because I slept in, and since we looked at the apartment on my lunch break, all I had to eat today was a small bag of Cheetos and two small bags of CheezIts. Yummy. Guess I'd better get something to eat pretty soon. Shit.
Well, I don't really have much more to tell and I'm not really in the mood right now to keep typing so I guess I'll stop here. Maybe #83 will be a more interesting story. Check back then.
"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"
