Give Me Stress or Give Me Death
Nobody Home
Today marks the first day of our new lease, and the first day we are able to start moving out of our current place. The utilities have been transferred, and the final move in inspection has been completed.
We still have a laundry list of things to repair in the current place. All of which were caused by the dog.
- New laundry drain, grill gas line, and stucco.
- Deep clean the dirt, and re-bury the cloth lining under the dirt (it has been dug up and chewed to shreds).
- Sand the trashcans until they are smooth (chewed).
- Pressure wash everything, then sweep all the dog hair.
I am a coward, and can't put my foot down. I don't want another year of dog damage. But after a short conversation about it, one room mate loves the dog and doesn't want to put him up for adoption. If it were me in that position, I'd be hard pressed to let the dog go.
Life is a series of compromises, and sometimes it's necessary to keep the peace.
We'll get a nice big dog run or something.
Friends
On the move in inspection I found a molted roach carcass. A small, pale friend on the floor; dying for a drop of lotion.
I let the PM know about it, and he stuttered and froze. I had asked him to make sure there wasn't a roach problem before we signed anything. He checked with the owners, and they said they never had a roach problem.
Horse shit.
They said they'd send an exterminator out one time to check for us.
We already paid our security deposit and first month's rent. We're locked into a place with a possible roach infestation.
I know it's not the end of the world, but I lost sleep over it quite literally last night. I'm running off 4 to 6 hours of sleep today. Woke up way too early around 2am, and couldn't go back to sleep. I've never lived with roaches. I've only heard horror stories about how miserable it can be.
I pray to Roach Jesus that it's just a fluke bug, and nothing will come of this.
Roach Satan may have other plans.
Wart
Only recently I've noticed that I am a chronic over-thinker. Any small inconvenience ends up snowballing into a tragedy. I need to let things go once in a while.
Here's a list of this year's TOP things that have caused me to blow up:
- Room mate's fuck-buddy that lived here for 10 months (rent free).
- Other room mates conspiring and talking shit about said woman to me the entire time.
- Room mate's rat-dog that ate our whole back yard.
- My parents' rocky relationship.
- My dad's recent drinking problem.
- My brother going on hikes that have each individually almost killed him.
- Looking for a roach-free home (failed).
- Landlord finding out that we have a dog, and have violated our lease.
- Working on my own habitual drinking problem.
- My realtor friend who has now ex-commed us because we found a place without going through him (we are now "backstabbers") (we've used him the last 2 moves).
- Moving.
- Watching one of my room mates go through a layoff.
- Repressing fantasies about leaving the west coast and living somewhere where I can afford a studio apartment.
- "Knowing" that I'll never be happy in any relationship because I'm a piece of shit, and treat people as such.
- I'll never be able to get the appropriate treatment for ADHD due to the DEA overstepping.
- I'm almost 30.
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- And my commuter bike broke a spoke again.
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Re-reading what I just wrote makes me feel silly. Negativity breeds negativity.
Here are some positive things as of late:
- New place is much bigger, and everyone has their own big space.
- It has a home gym-ready garage with foam flooring.
- I finished a few really good art pieces recently, and I want to make more in that style.
- Enjoying the weight loss I achieved, and looking forward to the bulk.
- Learning what it truly means to roll with the punches.
Only one more year of this group living situation, then I'm moving to greener, roach-free pastures.