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coyotegothYou know it's gotten bad, when you use song lyrics more than once in a given month as a Subject header- let alone Marillion and the Stones. At this rate, it'll be Pink Floyd soon...
*sigh* Lynn and I are snapping at each other. The gist of the arguement: since our landlord has twice fucked- leaseless- us over on the matter of our move-out date, the search for a new place has become, well, heated. Lynn's done yeoman work of networking with real estate brokers (she's studying to become one herself), and started sniffing out new places... but the rent, quite simply, is more than I can afford. Not to mention last month's, security deposit, broker's fee, etc.... all on what amounted to six weeks' notice. So now, she's pissed that I might have to bow out- when the real source of the problem isn't money, or proper notice, but a landlord who's decided that oral contracts, as Sam Goldwyn once said, aren't worth the paper they're printed on. This, in turn, is poisoning my mood in general- I was a complete jerk to my best friend the other day (all happily patched up now), and am generally being, although I struggle not to be, a thoroughly poopy person to be around (Dulcinea, you were right.) Feh.
*sigh* Lynn and I are snapping at each other. The gist of the arguement: since our landlord has twice fucked- leaseless- us over on the matter of our move-out date, the search for a new place has become, well, heated. Lynn's done yeoman work of networking with real estate brokers (she's studying to become one herself), and started sniffing out new places... but the rent, quite simply, is more than I can afford. Not to mention last month's, security deposit, broker's fee, etc.... all on what amounted to six weeks' notice. So now, she's pissed that I might have to bow out- when the real source of the problem isn't money, or proper notice, but a landlord who's decided that oral contracts, as Sam Goldwyn once said, aren't worth the paper they're printed on. This, in turn, is poisoning my mood in general- I was a complete jerk to my best friend the other day (all happily patched up now), and am generally being, although I struggle not to be, a thoroughly poopy person to be around (Dulcinea, you were right.) Feh.
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Date: 2002-02-20 09:53 pm (UTC)'N
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Date: 2002-02-20 10:53 pm (UTC):-)
Date: 2002-02-21 03:34 am (UTC)*gives Coy an ecola-bear to hug (or disembowel, I dunno)*