Whine, Women, and Song

So it has come to pass that with the new career direction comes a need or a cheaper, simpler way of life. Since my apartment, while cute as a button, is already on the cheap side - this does not signal a positive change. However, I have looked at the numbers and the writing is so obvious that it doesn't even need to be on the wall. The apartment has to go - I have to find a place that is cheaper, I have to find a place NOW and I have to come up with next months rent, deposit, rent for the new place and money to move with. If anyone in the Lexington area needs me to clean their house, thanks to "Due South" and the episodes "Victoria's Secret I and II" I have recently discovered bleach. And gloves! And I swear that while my OCD tends to cause me to get trapped on one task while cleaning at my place, I won't let it affect yours. Much. If you have a curio cabinet or display of some sort of things, I probably will shift them around a little bit because I am only human and that kind of thing bugs me. Yeah, possibly you do not want me cleaning your house.

OH! If your dog is acting weird and you don't know why? I can totally help you. I am very well-versed in freaky animals.

Anyhoo, today was spent looking for a new place to live. I made Dawn come with me, primarily because I can't drive and see numbers on rent signs, but also because some of the neighborhoods were kinda sketchy even for me. I've got an appointment to see a property tommorrow and so far it is very promising. There is only one registered sex offender within the block (although 13 within a mile) and through the power of the internet I totally know what that pervert looks like. WHEE! It is farther from work than I want to be and I'm nervous because I won't get home from work some days until after one am, but it could possibly work. Maybe.

::suddenly remembers why she sold out to the man in the first place::

Goddamned social service pay! Hmph. I'll look in the paper tomorrow. Surely I missed some stuff.