Nomen Est Omen

Of Course

So I found the perfect place. It is perfect. The only thing it is not is right on the ocean but it's still close so to me, it's perfect. And most of the neighbors are old. That means they are quiet.

To get it, however, I need a sizeable chunk of change. A third of that chunk I could have given them today, securing the place for myself if I wasn't such a responsible twit who thought, "Hey! Let's pay the car insurance and lone credit card off early so that they are out of the way for when I find a place I like!"

I'm such a fucking idiot! Why in the HELL did I do that?

Because I really didn't think I would like the places I was shown today. The place I want is not in a place I would have thought to rent in but now that I have seen it, it's perfect.

I didn't have to pay my car insurance for another month and the very low amount on my Target card I didn't have to pay; could have paid $20 a month for awhile but noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! And the really funny part? I just paid them two days ago.

I'm beginning to really understand why people sell drugs or strip. No fucking wonder they do it. Hell, I don't even have anything to sell because I gave all my shit away to the Salvation Army. I'm so fucking brilliant I can't stand it.

So, because I did this, I'm going to lose this place because it's awesome and someone is going to snatch it out from under me unless I find a fucking couple hundred dollars lying on the street, (and that sort of thing never happens to me...it happens to people I know but never to me) in the next few days.

Congratulations me! Now I get to live in this shit hole, ghetto dwelled, noisy, roof threatening to cave in any day fucking dump because I wanted to be OVERLY fucking responsible.

I could just throw up. I am never, ever, in my entire life ever paying shit early EVER again. NEVER!

Posted by S. Faolan Wolf at February 16, 2006 01:04 AM | TrackBack