Hey, look! It's a condo!

So it's not really an "apartment" it's a CONDO. Ooooh.. magic.

I did such a naughty thing. I applied for a Home Depo credit card, and guess what? I was approved for 500 bucks. Now, I am so anti credit, and Big will most likely beat me rotten for even thinking of applying (since I made him put his credit card in the blender last week). But hear me out. I'm really pressed on this moving thing, and now that I've put in the notice, and been approved, and made the Stanley Steemer appointment... it's all happening. I'm freaking out. I feel like I should be packing stuff NOW because in a couple of weeks it's all going to be really overwhelming and I'll be too depressed to do anything at all.

Damn.

And I'm going to have to plaster over the hole in the wall, all of the various nail and screw holes (don't say it!) and replace the miniblinds. Since I replaced the miniblinds with dark miniblinds and threw the crappy miniblinds that came with the place away. I'm not sure, but I think I'll have to do something drastic to the fridge too. The bottom shelf has a little crack in it and you can't really tell until you put something on top of it. Then the whole things looks like it's going to collapse.

But anyway.

Stress!

Movin' fever is a bitch.

Yeah, so, I took a nap and I kept dreaming about the new place. I even *gasp* applied for Sears Credit so I can buy a bitchen ass washer and dryer combo dealeo. Not like the washer/dryer together crap, but like a big hawkin set that I can do like, sheets and blankets and stuff in. Ooooh...creamy.

Big's warming up to the idea, I think. Especially when I gave him my idea for the "gaming" area.. of course, my excercise bike will be in there somewhere too.. but hell, maybe one of us will actually use it if it were "out" instead of hiding behind a bookshelf. Long story. Anywho, I'm all wanting to start packing now, but I'm faced with the crappy dilema of "what will we need?"

The answer, of course, is nothing really. 'Cept clothes and food, you know? And the TV in the living room. Cuz that's all we really do when we have (god forbid) down time.

If I don't get approved for this apartment, I'm probably going to shoot myself. It's too damn good of a deal for me, you know? Cheap, and I won't have to trudge my sorry ass to a laundromat ever again. Goooooood stuff.

Hell, even my mom is happy for me. See, I called her earlier (before I went to see it) and told her of the discovery, the price, the amenities, whatnot. She was really quiet, like she was waiting for me to ask her for money, or a cosign, or something. And I said "what do you think?" She says "Well, I'm waiting for you to finish..." "Mom, I don't need any money!!!"

She seemed a little shocked, I think.

Yes, I am stretching a little thin by moving so abruptly and so soon after my vacation, but I can't sit on this deal, you know? I have to do it NOW or the bloody place will be gone! Dammit!

Here.


I don't remember what he was singing, but I'm sure it was something fully worthy of the rock fist. Grrr, baby.

Orgasm in a box!

Ahhh, movin' fever.

I found these apartments that are remarkably similar to my present domicile. Namely, cheap. However, these have central heat and air (as opposed to my window unit), a dishwasher, (as opposed to my sink), and WASHER AND DRYER CONNECTIONS.

How much, you ask? Only $25 more than I already spend! Take that, booyah!

Yeah, I haven't posted in a while, so you missed all the good stories. See, now I get home and I rant to Big before I go to sleep, so you, my faithful reader (literally, reader.) has to go without.

But here's the inspiration for my sudden urge to get the hell outta Dodge...

Crappy laundromats.

I must spend at least 40 or so bucks a month at the bloody laundromat. Not to mention my valuable time taken by loading up three or so wicked huge hampers full of clothes, mine and Bigs, heaving them into the triple-loaders and heaving again into the dryers, hoping to god they didn't overload and break the damn thing. Anyway.

I went to a different laundromat yesterday because the sign outside exclaims that it's the least expensive laundromat in town. Ohkay, I'm sold. I wash my clothes in the two only triple loaders available and load them into three separate dryers. (The HUGE dryers). They go for about 20 minutes then cut off. I go to the middle dryer and open it up *POOF* burnt smell. Yuk, I pull out one of my blue scrub tops and of course, singe marks.

I'm lucky my whole load didn't go up in flames, but still...

I'm sick of the hassle and expense. It sucks.

I'll find out tomorrow if I have the place. I just dropped off my application and deposit to hold said apartment. (Gee, aparently these things fill up wicked fast, you know)

The whole thing is about 800 sq feet, which is about 250 more than I'm used to. The kitchen is HUGE (for my standards) and there's *gasp* actual counterspace! But hold on to your knickers! There's actually --- STORAGE!!!! There's even a huge detatched pantry next to the refrigerator. Which is next to the DISHWASHER!!! BOOOOOYAH!

Oh, and a big hawkin' walk in closet. Perfect for the downlow nookie makin'. Ooohh yeah.

I think Big liked it too, though since he declined to have his name on the lease, his opinion doesn't matter.

I think he's dissapointed that I didn't get a two bedroom. I really can't afford a two bedroom and the two bedrooms that I can afford are A) Anti-Pet and B) 800 square feet. Helllllo?! Hell, I can build him a fort in the corner of my bedroom if he wants his own room, dammit!

There's actually a PLACE for dining, which is amazing. Since, of course, I don't have a dining table, I think that will be where the futon goes and overnight guests shall goeth to ..uh..there. And when I get pissed at Big. He can goeth there too. And it shall be called... Hell. Mmuuahhahahaha!

And I could set up one of the TVs over there with gaming aparati and whatnot. I could even get him one of those little card tables for when all the nerds wanna come over and play Magic. And I can be the cheerleader! Yaaaaaay nerds!