The Usual

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No, I have not run away to a far away land.  I promise.

I keep meaning to come home from work and update this damn thing with something worthwhile, and yet every night I come home and have just enough energy to check my email (which I check constantly through the day anyway) and then head to bed.  My god, I’ve become a technically-enhanced version of my grandmother.  Heaven help me.

I am currenntly laying in bed, in the dark, attempting to “type quietly” as to not disturb the husband who sleeps next to me.  When I asked him if it would really annoying if I went online in bed while he went to sleep, he kind of shrugged and told me “not to type so freaking loud, like I always do.”  How one types quietly, I’m not entirely sure.  But I must have succeeded, because he’s passed out cold.

The house situation is beginning to make me sick, so we’ll save the woes for another post.  I don’t feel like being whiny tonight.

No, tonight I’m going to mention how I’ve finally come to terms with Facebook.  Amazingly enough, it no longer depresses me.  Why, you ask?  Maybe you can say it’s because I’ve been accepted.  I don’t know.  All I know is that I no longer look at all the “Suggested” friends that I could add because I went to school with them and feel like I want to jump off a cliff.  I’ve added a heap of them, and they - surprsingly enough - remember me.  Goes to show you that you’re not always forgotten when you’re gone, I guess.

Either that, or they have no idea who I am and added me just because.  And while I’m sitting here gushing about “how they like me, they really like me” they’re sitting there asking their friends if they have any idea who the hell I am.  Either way, I’m ok with this.

Oh, and I’m almost done with my photography site.  And by “almost done” I mean I’ve successfully installed a gallery script to a sub domain so I can start adding my photos.  It’ll be done around the same time we actually move into our house.

Which will be, you know, never.

It Figures

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So… after visiting another mortgage lender today, we’re pretty much gearing up to not get a mortgage.  Like, at all.

Luck is just isn’t on our side, it looks like.  Between the fact that my ex-fiance has screwed my credit score over (after eight years you’d think he would have stopped fucking with my life from hundreds of miles away) and the fact that Simon’s employment history hasn’t been consecutive (because the government sucks), we may have to wait a year and a half before we can even apply for a mortgage.

Which really, really, really sucks.

I cried the whole way home.  It seems so stupid, but all I kept thinking about was how much I wanted that house and how much I needed that house and how I knew it was just too good to be true because my luck just sucks.

But.  It’s not final yet.  It may be ok.  We have to wait until tomorrow.  And so, off to bed with an Ambien or two to drown my sorrows.