I am so highly irritated right now.

I admit, I screwed up by forgetting to return the keys to the apartment. I mean really, how do you forget to do something like that? But you know I did. It started off as something I would put off for a day or so because it didn’t seem like a big deal. But then of course I get this notice in the mail about general sessions court and all this, for posession of property and what have you. Which okay, yeah you want your keys back. A month or so after I moved in I paid $25 to have the locks changed. Tell me why all of the sudden, now that I’ve moved out, they’re trying to charge me $120 for the keys?! And how can you accuse me of being in possesion of something, when a whole TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS will change the locks!! Perhaps there’s something more that goes on behind the scenes, but I don’t know, it all just doesn’t make sense.

They also decided to charge me for another month’s rent, which I guess is a given when I “posess” the apartment. Even though um, the electricity was turned off on April 2nd. Shouldn’t they have noticed that? Apparently the fact I paid for 6 months rent when I moved in didn’t make it clear enough that I was only going to be there for six months.

I know it really all boils down to technical and legal mumbo gumbo that is really allowing them to bite me in the ass. It just makes me very, very angry that things are allowed to work this way. It is ridiculous to expect someone to be able to fork over such a huge amount of money in less than 30 days. I could manage it if I really had to, but I don’t want to because this is very unfair. So what, I forgot to give back the keys, and I forgot to give you a 30 day notice that I would NOT be renewing my lease, which in my opinion defeats the point of the lease. Because I am hard headed I just don’t do things that I think are stupid. Real grown up, I know.

But seriously, please cut me some slack. Like I said I paid for my whole stay there at once. I only had the cops called on me while living there once, and we even steam cleaned the carpets before we left. Have a heart!

I was watching HGTV today, as I do every day when they were showing a man finishing the playhouse he’d just constructed for his baby girl. She may be have been two, I guess. I’m not much with baby ages. Right as he finished it, she walked up, swung the door open, walked in, and slammed it shut. For some reason it struck me as possibly the cutest thing I’ve seen ever.

She was precious. I wanted one and proceeded to have a mild panic attack at the idea of this strange feeling being a baby pang. Luckily by the commercial break I had come to my senses and realized I just visit waaaay to many moms on the intranets. Boy am I silly!

I don’t know how long this spurt of superpowerblogging will last for me but I’m sure I’ll appreciate it later.

Edit: Later while watching more HGTV i saw at least two old VW Beetles. I may not be having baby pangs yet, but those were some serious Beetle pangs, ya heard!

I finally got around to hooking up the TV in my computer room. This is thrilling because nothing is more comforting than being able to turn my head two inches and be embraced by the colorful flashing of cable television.

Although I’m a little worried I might be sitting a little to close to it. Between two computer screens and a decent sized tv, my brain is going to be scrambled eggs!!!!

Please excuse me, I have some sneezing to go take care of.

It seems like the day that Paul went back to Winston-Salem (Wednesday) he immediately started feeling sick. I on the other hand have been feeling rather fine. Until about an hour ago.

Suddently I’m feeling unusually tired. My throat is scratchy, nose is a little runny, and my stomach has that yucky feeling.

I told a random friend I would give him a ride to Atlanta, GA tomorrow because apparently I’m just the right person to ask for that sort of thing. I hope I don’t have to bring along a vomit receptacle.

Scrumptious!

Arby’s is really starting to upset me. I went in today for a number 7, and they have repeatedly forgotten my side of red ranch.

Do I need to go into detail about how crucial the red ranch is to my taste buds? It is extremely, the Chicken Bacoon Swiss is just not worth eating unless it is dripping with red ranch.

Not only did they screw up there, but on top of that, they gave me MOUNTAIN DEW instead of Sweet Tea. When you are someone who doesn’t drink soda, pop, coke, whatever you want to call it, the sweet tea is possibly the most important part of the meal. How else would I get down the really dry and crispy, red-ranchless sandwich?

I’ve been meaning to write about this because it is a rather interesting story, and a perfect example to back up my theory that every thing happens the way it is supposed to. As you may or may not know, my dog Lola Bean is the love of my life. She is spoiled rotten and I like it that way. She is the sweetest, cutest, BEST BEST BEST dog I’ve ever laid my brown eyes on. I love her, lots.

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I can’t decide what’s worse, seeing the dirty dishes form mountains in the kitchen sink, or actually doing them. I severely hate doing the dishes for the following reasons:

My grandmother was a nazi. My brother and I were responsible for doing the dishes growing up, and it was the worst, most excruciating pain that you can imagine. Nothing was ever, never done right. I considered it to be a good night if by the grace of god, she wasn’t mean enough to make me cry.

I have the worst posture known to man. This scares me, and certainly hurts by the time I’m done.

It’s pretty gross.

And most imporantly: DISH PAN HANDS