this is gonna be a quickie...
One word for our house...drama. What has happened to us? It's quite depressing, actually. When I got home, Laura and I had a pretty serious conversation about landlord issue and I basically said I would try and take care of things. My thing is, since our land lord lives with us and she is (was??) my friend, I want to go about raising issues in as highly a diplomatic manner as I can. I need to do some more thinking on it and hopefully get the insight of our former landlord (who also used to live with us, but left for married life, and under who's guidance there were almost never any issues).
The hard/weird part is that our new landlord used to be fun and seemed to be relatively easy going and was always good for an in depth conversation, is now rarely, if ever, home. And she's supposed to be "in charge." The sad part is, she's turned into a bitch. *sigh* It's complicated...too complicated for words (which is frustrating cuz I need to get stuff off my chest and I can't when I can't articulate properly).
In other drama, Liz and I walked around dinkytown this afternoon looking for job postings. The sign my mom saw earlier was not for the bookstore, but the Needle Doctor (something to do with records?) next door, and they're closed on the weekends. I was so highly disappointed. But, Liz saw a sign on another shop...a guitar shop. And the job basically has her name written all over it. If I had more knowledge (and they weren't looking for someone for Fridays during the day), I'd be all over that. How fun. Alas, it seems it wasn't meant to be, but the guy behind the counter was cute...and I love acoustics. So, as far as jobs in the neighborhood go, no dice for me.
In yet more drama, I was doing my dishes before heading upstairs for the night while Liz talked on the phone with her boyfriend and some kind of shit went down. She wouldn't tell me too much of what went on, but it was enough to make her cry, which is frustrating for me to watch. I never know what to say to her about that stuff...which goes back to another post I wrote, so I won't go into it here.
My point is, drama drains the brain. And it sucks. I hate drama. I like my life drama free, thank you. Down with drama.
The hard/weird part is that our new landlord used to be fun and seemed to be relatively easy going and was always good for an in depth conversation, is now rarely, if ever, home. And she's supposed to be "in charge." The sad part is, she's turned into a bitch. *sigh* It's complicated...too complicated for words (which is frustrating cuz I need to get stuff off my chest and I can't when I can't articulate properly).
In other drama, Liz and I walked around dinkytown this afternoon looking for job postings. The sign my mom saw earlier was not for the bookstore, but the Needle Doctor (something to do with records?) next door, and they're closed on the weekends. I was so highly disappointed. But, Liz saw a sign on another shop...a guitar shop. And the job basically has her name written all over it. If I had more knowledge (and they weren't looking for someone for Fridays during the day), I'd be all over that. How fun. Alas, it seems it wasn't meant to be, but the guy behind the counter was cute...and I love acoustics. So, as far as jobs in the neighborhood go, no dice for me.
In yet more drama, I was doing my dishes before heading upstairs for the night while Liz talked on the phone with her boyfriend and some kind of shit went down. She wouldn't tell me too much of what went on, but it was enough to make her cry, which is frustrating for me to watch. I never know what to say to her about that stuff...which goes back to another post I wrote, so I won't go into it here.
My point is, drama drains the brain. And it sucks. I hate drama. I like my life drama free, thank you. Down with drama.
posted by basily22 @ 9:49 PM
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At 7/21/2006 3:53 AM,
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