Moving in.

comin' like a freight train
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I moved into the house a week ago. It's been rough. Monday and Tuesday I didn't get much sleep, I didn't eat much, and the dogs decided to break out of their kennels and wreak havoc on the house. Sigh. There's a bunch of other stuff going on but I have furniture, a fridge, a stove, and a lot of animals. And never enough time in the day.

(1) Help me out here all my words are falling short.

(1) Help me out here all my words are falling short.
Originally uploaded by This Year's Love.

For the second time in a week I've had to call Gary non-emergency to report a break-in at my house.
Some jackass bent the latch on the gate, bypassing the lock, stealing my fire pit and a trashy sink. I don't care about the cheap fire pit, I care that they felt the compulsion to steal it like the assholes they are. Woo, you can get $5 for the metal it was made out of, but is that worth your pissy little soul burning in hell?
Last Saturday someone threw a log through a bedroom window but didn't get into the house to steal the hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars worth of stuff in there.
This house is becoming the bane of my existence. I can't stand it anymore.
My sister and brother-in-law were with me when I saw the gate wide open and the fire pit missing.
"I'm sorry," my sister said.
So am I. But I'm done being mad about it. It's petty and giving whoever keeps vandalizing my house more power over me. I'm investing in a video camera and a DVD recorder and will post signs that say the house is being monitored and it won't be an empty threat. If I catch anyone, there are police reports of the damage and I'll see them rot in jail.
I haven't even lived in there for five minutes and already "they" are trying to keep me from realizing me dream.

Well you know what? Fuck you, whoever you are you worthless piece of shit, I've got two pit bulls and a Rottweiler mix and I would love for them to meet you. If tasers are legal, I think I might invest in one of those too.

I am going to live in that house and I will beat the hell out of anyone who so much as walks across the corner of my lawn.

And you, yeah you! the whore in the red hoodie!--I'm calling the cops if I see your trick-turning skank ass anywhere near my property and your little pimp too!

Though time goes by I will always be in a club with you in 1973.

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I hate my house.
I haven't even lived there but I hate it.
Some asshole tried to break into it or was bent on simply causing destruction. They threw a small log through the window in the same room that the crack whore was hiding in. That room is cursed. My dad asks me why I don't want that one for my bedroom. Uh. Nightmares?? Seriously. Plus the whole house is mine--it doesn't matter where my bedroom is. My stuff will be in every room 'cause it's my house.
Not that I have any desire to stay there.
They didn't get into the house, thank God. The alarm would've gone off if they had. I think the lack of floor in that room might've made them think twice. But that side of the house is very vulnerable with an abandoned school, no lights at the moment and no neighbors or prying eyes. Wait until I do live there and the dogs are there. No one will fuck with Israel.

What's done? Not much. My dad did get some work done for the water heater but that's about it. I am so sick of it not being ready. I'm sick of shelling out money for something I can't enjoy. If I'd even be able to enjoy it. My phone still doesn't work, the tech never came out or called, I've been paying for internet I've never used since July that doesn't even work because the phone won't work! It can all be traced back to the wires coming down and them taking over two weeks to come out and fix it. There's still a wire in the backyard that goes to cable. I will cut it eventually, fuck whoever owns it because they won't come out and do something about it.

In good news my putting off calling to make an appointment for a doctor's visit to get approved for life insurance paid off. Literally. I got refunded after I didn't go in to have measurements taken. First of all, no. I don't want to go to a doctor. I don't have time. I didn't like that they kept calling at like ten in the evening and could barely speak properly. Nor do I have the spare change. I told the insurance agent that--the job was probably going to change, I don't have an extra $32 sitting around. Life insurance is not that important. Whether or not it bites me in the ass, meh.

So anyway. Maybe tomorrow something will get done. More than likely it won't. I am so over this.

Painted.

My bedroom painted: check.
Bathroom walls painted: check.
Front room painted: check.

The kittens are getting so big!
I got two more fish, two Black Moor goldfish on the 30th. They're doing quite well. It's easy to take care of fish when you know what you're doing!
I spent over thirty minutes cleaning both tanks. I've getting high nitrate levels in my established tank. Really the only thing to do is change the water, so I did.

I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year and after several annoying false starts I've discovered the right path to take. It's perfect, dramatic without being too much. Should be interesting!

Oh yeah, my furnace is turned on, I'm going to repaint/redecorate the kitchen, and my dad is hopefully going to fix the water heater and gas line as well as do the floor in the front bedroom. Sigh. ONE OF THESE DAYS!!!! It will be so weird to finally move out.

Half done.

Half done.
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Done so far:

* Kitchen cabinets are painted
* Hallway, bathroom, bedroom are primered and/or painted

....

Wow. It seemed like so much more when I was actually doing it.
Hm.

Well, at least I like the color that's on the walls! .... in this room.

But now I want to repaint the stupid kitchen because the yellow just looks blah next to the main paint color in the house. But what should I paint the kitchen instead??? Decisions, decisions.

Still so far.

Ia.
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It's been a while since I updated.
I have three dogs and three cats now.
Two kittens named Iolanthe and Denver Fane. Or Ia and Fane for short.
They're at the house, in the only room that's semi-livable and it makes me go over to my house every day at least twice to feed them and work on it.
Tonight I stayed for over two hours and did a lot of sanding and patching. Tomorrow I'm going to go over in the morning and finish the bedroom the kittens are staying in, so they'll have to be in the bathroom after I clean up the mini-mountains of plaster dust. And when I say finish, I mean primer and paint and patch the floor and try my hand at putting down the vinyl flooring I bought. I can do it! It would be very uplifting to have at least ONE room in that God-forsaken place done...

his brain was on fire.

so.
my phoneline is totally jacked up.
Brinks is coming out on Monday. I have to remember to call AT&T to cancel the repair order. I have no dialtone, nothing. But when I unplugged the alarm system, I got a busy signal over the phone. When I plugged it back in, nada.
It was so confusing, it took a few times to work it out.

I'm going to go over tomorrow morning to finish mudding and taping. When I went to do that, I broke down crying when I was surrounded by everything that I needed to still do. And with the phone giving me trouble, realizing I'm paying for two services that haven't worked in over a month really sent me over the edge and I left.

but tomorrow morning I intend on heading over there and getting the rest of the mudding done and I might sand, even though I loathe it.