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the couch (and the hellishly heavy filing cabinet, and the sewing table, and the weird kneeling chair, and the small, somewhat useless music stand) has been removed from my house.

Hurrah!

So I still have the bed to get rid of.

(And the people who were allegedly interested in it are taking their damn sweet time getting back to me.

I may have to take that asshole offer of "How 'bout $50 'cause it still needs a lot of work" (Because, what? He doesn't like the paint colour. Suck my ass, fuckwit...)
Loathesome.

But it *would* get it the hell out of the house.

I also have two bookshelves (which I may need for some sort of storage, depending on where I end up living - but which are also pretty easy to get rid of, if I don't, because who doesn't need bookshelves?)


I went to my apartment viewing today (all of twenty minutes ago) and it turns out it's been rented already.
Fucking hell.
:-P

I wanna cry.

Seriously.

Why does the universe want me to live in a crappy, isolated, unsafe location?
Why can't it just hand me a *good* location, adequately sized and affordable, on a silver platter like it's supposed to?
(No, really. It's *supposed* to. Isn't it bad enough that I'm getting divorced? That my income is perpetually uncertain? Does it have to fling goddamn homelessness and/or squallor at me, too?)
<*rails at the gods*>

That said, it's not like (A) this Cambridge place is a sure thing, or (B) I couldn't move again after a year, if I really wanted to.

None the less, I'm rather pissed off about the whole damn thing. :-P

Anyway. Heads Up, Arndis and Ami_B -- I'm sticking you on my application as "references" since you've both known me for an age.


- TTFN,
- Amazon.