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taking heed
2009-06-09 05:51:12 (UTC)

If you have yet to guess, we/me/her are looking purchase mother fucking property! (well, not really me)

Upon the suggestion of realtor Brenda, "we" "decided" to
check out another house that had allegedly just come into
(onto?) the market.

We were feeling pretty shitty by this point, but we took
one for the team! Fot the ultimate goal!

Two words: fucking brilliant! Seriously, this house makes
the other one look like a saggy old lady who takes her
walker to Giant Tiger and subsequently gets hit by a
fucking van that plows through the store entrance (true
story, 50 percent). Really though, we were all quite
struck by this place. Even Judy! It was great. With a bit
of luck, the dots will connect.

But in true Derrick fashion, I have to bring it down a
notch again.

Through this whole searching for a house process, my
emotions have been mixed. I have really grown into the
idea of being in a place where money isn't pissed into the
wind to the tune of $700 bucks a month. In the beginning,
I really hated the idea of ending the apartment experience
so soon into it; I had yet to grasp the concept. And the
whole capitalism and property ownership thing will always
be something that doesn't completely jive. But, as of
today, June 9th 2009, I am quite heavily on board with it
all.

That being said, I have also felt quite lost in the
shuffle. My income is a point of contention (even though I
think I have fucking earned my meager $1,000 a month for
having to deal with this cocksucker of a condition), but
pride is not the half of it. Certain rules apply, and as
such, given the state of affairs, my involvement in the
whole legitmacy of the endeavour is somewhat non-existent.
So, I've basically been an enigma and it really hasen't
done much for my already ailing feelings of belonging. And
um, when it comes time to fixing and maintaing whatever
house we do end up getting, CMT and gender roles are going
to come back and cock slap me in the face, again.

I guess it's nice to have things to look forward to.

But I really do love the second house. A lot. Like, I want
to bone it in the eavesdropping. From behind, for that is
true love.




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