I *almost* forgot I have a blog. Bah, I’ve not been in the mood for blogging. It’s not that I haven’t had stuff to write about. Maybe its because I have had TOO MUCH stuff to write about. I can’t keep things straight. I hate to just ramble on here, and I truly don’t have a compulsive need to post something every single day. So, because of that, it’s been a while. *sigh*

Things are moving along on the moving front. Not as quickly as I’d like, but they are moving. My first day in Huntsville is a week from today. SEVEN DAYS!! And I still haven’t found a place to live, the Terrorist is still convinced I am ruining her life and is not coming with me right away, I have no idea when my last day in Hell actually is, I have to pack and meet the movers to take my stuff, AND make that 7 hour car drive with Satan next Thursday. Jesus. I’m tired just WRITING that sentence.

I am still waiting to hear on the most perfect house EVAR. The owners are taking forever to decide if I can rent it or not. Just make a damn decision already. This is not rocket science for fucks sake. Either I’m in or not. And if not? That’s fine (well, not FINE, but I can certainly live with it), just let me know so I can make other arrangements. When I found this house, I quit looking. At this point I’ll end up in an apartment if I have to go elsewhere – which I hate the thought of, but whatever. It’s a LOT cheaper, that’s for sure!!!

I told the Terrorist this morning that I don’t appreciate her treating my house like a hotel that she just comes to for showers and sleep. Oh, and an ATM. She asked me for money this morning – the gall. She has done NOTHING around the house in the way of her chores this week and really thought I was just gonna fork money over to her. She got all pissy with me about it when I said no. I told her to mooch off her friends for a while. I was tired of her mooching off me. That got one of her AWESOME eyeroll-hip cock-attitude-hand movements. I yelled at her, she dissolved into tears and asked me “Why are you so mean???”.

This is why some animals eat their young. Because if they don’t, they turn into 15 year old demons.

So, there is my super rushed, probably forgetting more than half of what I want to say, update. Please gather your belongings and move along to the next blog in your feed reader.

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