“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: November 09, 2008

Friday, November 14, 2008


Ok, before I launch into my traditional anti-x-mas rant I'd like to tell everyone that my deposit check for the apartment is officially in the mail so once they receive it they'll need a week to clean it and then I can start moving in.

Now, on with the hate.

See, I had to go to the mall today, which always puts me in a bad mood because our mall sucks ass in the worst of all possible ways, but today was exceptional.

I didn't get pissed when they were showing x-mas episodes of every tv show that ever fucking made one on Halloween fucking night or that they had fucking x-mas decorations up the day after fucking Halloween. I've come to accept the fact that I have to deal with those things. They aren't going to change.

But walking through the mall today I saw the final straw...

The mall Santa is already out.

November fucking 14th and the fucking mall Santa is fucking sitting in the fucking mall.

And people wonder why I have no hope for our society.

FUCK Santa right in his holly-jolly fucking ass!


Tuesday, November 11, 2008

So I was awakened this morning by a phone call. I look at the ID and it's a number with no name. Usually in my little world this doesn't bode well. With great trepidation I answer. It's the real estate place. The property manager of the real estate place whom I've been trying to contact forever, to be precise. He explains how he really needs the note from my Mom to ensure that the rent will continue to get paid and this and that, adding that nobody else will ever see the letter so it can't threaten my health benefits or anything.

We talk a bit, I explain my situation, assure him that I understand his and I prepare for another month of negotiating if not an outright denial...

I got the apartment.

I explained my situation, someone actually listened and actually cut me a break instead of being a beurocratic asshole and making my life ten times more difficult than it has to be.

Could it be that it really is just this town? That, perhaps, beyond the gray, toxic, chemical fog of this shitty fucking town people actually use logic and reason and help each other?

Or was it the fact that I offered to pay an extra month's rent in advance? In any event I got the apartment! I'm sending the deposit via money order today or tomorrow. After they get it they'll need a week to get it ready and then I can move in, so I've got an assload of stuff to do in the meantime. This means I'll probably not be updating as often as I have the last few weeks and once I get up there god only knows when I'll be getting internet back. So if you've got anything important to tell me I'd do it soon before I go incommunicado.

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