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Frustrated Beyond Belief Oy this has been a shitty weekend to be single. I somehow thought people were actually interested in playing with bi fems, but even as a single girl I get slighted. All weekend I've been trying to meet couples, and everyone has no showed on meeting (or called to cancel). Don't know if the entire state is sick or what, but it's terribly frustrating to keep talking to people you want to play with and not get any action. Yeah, I know, I could order cock delivered, but I really want to push some boundaries and get in there with some couples on my own. It hasn't worked though. Either someone is sick or gets an attitude or something gets in the way. So, I'm at about the same level I was pre-singality at this point. I did get one couple to show up tonight to talk for about half an hour, but I had to run out to help Dan jump his car at the Mobil. Not wanting to leave them alone in my house, I took them with me. I knew it would probably not be a good idea, and of course I was right. I should've just saddled up the Jag and risked the cops giving me a breathilizer (had 2 beers) and filled my tire at the same time. Being lazy, and not knowing how my own battery was, I told him I had company and that they'd be heading up with me. We helped him out, but I know he was pissed, though I was well aware he went a party the night before. Lucky him. They dropped me off at home and took off, pleading the late hour of 8pm. If I had known that, I would've just let them go and gone myself. The only other plans I had for the weekend had to be cancelled too because of Willow. Well, more because of me. She was going through a heavy door and I thought she was through it, but when it came back she backed up and caught her head and left leg between the door and the doorjam. I was hoping it was nothing, but I saw her limping so I called the vet. They referred me to the ER place out here, in Milford, that told me it would be at least $65 just to see her. I was half tempted to wait until Monday, but I knew to be better safe than sorry. Turns out, after the radiograms, she's fine and only needs anti-inflammatory drugs. She seems to be improving and limping less already, so she should be fine in a few days. My wallet wasn't though, so I can't really go anywhere until I earn some more money. The bill was $250, which I talked down from the $375 estimate, thus wiping out my living money for the next few weeks, hence why I didn't drive down to Warren to drink that evening. On top of this, I learned that my landlord has spotted her during a walk. I had to lie and claim that she was my father's dog that I was watching during the day. So, now I have to be super cautious about where I walk her, etc. I also checked her vet form for the rabies vaccination and she's listed at Dan's house, which I'll probably have to get changed to my father's as Dan's not willing to let the city tags be sent to his house. So, that will probably involve another vet visit, coming to four total in one week. (Fortunatly, they didn't charge for the flea check as he only did about 30 seconds of "work".) Hopefully, it will just be a quick paperwork thing, and my dad will be okay with having her listed at his house. If not, I'm totally screwed and will have to move out and count a $2000 loss, which I'll probably have to do anyway because I don't want to risk an eviction. Speaking of which, the only plan I've got via moving is the following: find a job I can hold at least a month then move closer to it. I don't mind changing cities, though losing money will suck. I know it's more of a risk to keep hiding the dog here though as I'm pretty sure an eviction goes on your credit record, and I don't need that. I'm tempted to find a place and move ASAP, but I don't want to pay double indemity unless I know I'll be near a decent job. I know, I shouldn't be signing another lease without looking into grad school first for next year, but maybe I'll be lucky enough to find one that will let me pay 3 months at a time. If I can do that, I should be set. I only have four more months in this place (that I'm committed to anyway) so that's only a loss of $2100, assuming I get evicted tomorrow. If I can hide the pup and find a job within the next couple of months (I'll pay a sitter during the day so she doesn't expose herself by barking though she is getting quiet lately), I'll be losing less money and, possibly, be able to get a slightly smaller space that doesn't have a problem with small dogs. That's the plan anyway. Wish I could smoke a bowl though. God, I miss smoking. Too bad I lost my hookup. Probably better in the long run, but spending days talking to couples that are interested but flake sucks. I feel like a dried out unwanted nun's cunt. You know, the kind attached to those old nuns, the ones you can't even picture naked. Yeah, THOSE NUNS. Almost makes me want to be a single male, but I know it's just bad luck or bad timing. Arrrrghhh Update: Dan did let me come over and smoke a few bowls after this so he's a still a good friend. I probably wasn't the best of company as I was a bit envious of his wild Saturday night, but he did calm me down. Hopefully, I can survive without being evicted. Daphne |