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2005-07-31 4:58 PM pounding pavements and secret identities the knight has been out all day pounding the pavement to find a place. seems like this time of year a lot of people are moving, and i suppose it doesn't help to have a military base nearby. of course, you factor in the application fees and deposits and the pet thing and....
*sigh* i'm trying to be patient. i'm trying to help the best i can. i'm trying to hope. **** otherwise, not too much happening here. little bits of info keep filtering to me from the girlchild regarding the boyfriendfromhell's lunaticmother and some of the things she has said about me. apparently we have very different parenting styles, and she doesn't care for mine. well, i don't like hers at all either, but i would never presume to tell someone what they should do with their own children. besides the fact my children are not children anymore, but actual grown adults. (thank god!) anyway, i remember an old saying..."If you listen to dogs barking, you'll go deaf without learning much." amen. **** nada in the writing department either. i just can't seem to focus, which frustrates the hell out of me, but i guess it's to be expected given the nature of my life at this particular moment. i wonder if i have adult ADD? i wonder if i have squandered the last four brain cells i had trying to figure out why people love to tell you how to live your life. i shoulda saved at leat one brain cell in reserve. dangit. **** tomorrow's another day, oh goodie. **** one more thing...i was right in not filling out those stupid fucking applications...they have no right to ask you for that much info! it's an outrage! there were no less than four articles in the paper today regarding identity theft and how hard it is to get your life straightened out after something like that happens. granted, if someone stole my identity i guarantee you they would return it within five minutes, but the knight has a lot more to lose and it's the principle of the thing. after reading all those articles, it will be a cold day in hell before i put my SSN on anything ever again. my identity may suck monkey balls at times, but it's mine mine mine. **** hmmm. anything else? nope. coming up empty. see yas. :) Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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