Another house offer down the fucking tubes. This time because the complex doesn’t allow dogs. Well middle finger swinging at you strata mongrels.
Yes I’m a bit drunk right now and I don’t care. My anxiety is fucking killing me and I needed a break. Tomorrow I will be all grown up again– right now I don’t give a shit.
I’m letting my anger and frustrations out on this page. I really should delete this post, but what fun would that be. Being the crazy Bitch I am, I’ve already emailed my realtor with my next “perfect place”. I can only imagine what he thinks of my spastic approach to real estate. Honestly though, I don’t give a damn darling.
I need to find a home. My emotional well being depends on it. I can live with a temp home as long as I know where I will eventually be. Words or advice I so appreciate but this is me and this is what I need. I need a home.
Last sip of wine and now I need to sleep. Sleep sleep sleep and get up to do it all over again tomorrow.
Sleep tight WP people of the world.