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Extras to add to the list of things that I shouldn’t have to think about:
GAH. Landlords being stupid, I say this by way of meaning they’re not doing what I want them to and are certainly not being logical. I can’t really work this out from here through my room mate so I’ll have to bloodywell do it myself when I return. Such is picking up your life again I suppose. Why should I be surprised that yet again I’m having problems with my living situation there? In the 5 or so places I’ve lived in Santa Fe, I’ve only ever had one decent landlord. And I lived with her in the house! Is it because people in Santa Fe can be:
a) soaked in unrealistic expectations/impracticality
b) are generally weird
c) can be less truthful
d) or is it something to do with the lack of apartments and the fact we all have to rent houses in a horrendously inflated real-estate market?
Anyway- it’s enough to make me wanna give in and get locked into a mortgage on a faux-dobie condo on the southside just to not deal with the hassle when a condo isn’t what I want at all.
In other ear blisteringly wonderful news, Mum told me my sexuality was a ‘family secret’. Oh good! I’d always wondered how to classify that particular part of me! Thanks! She refereed to it as something that I should never tell her side of the family, how it wasn’t their business and would break their hearts. This is somewhat funny in a crushing way since I was just talking with a friend the night before about our experiences of ‘coming out’ to our respective families. I doubt my cousins will care and I figure at this point if Auntie has problems with it and they don’t outweigh who she knows me to be well then c’est la vie! Can’t change that one!
I certainly don’t want to have some sort of sit down and state it affair. I’m much more a fan of answering with non-evasive questions when asked. Only, if I wait in that manner it could be years before they ever ask the right question. God I thought I was done with this all this shit 6 years ago.
last modified Jun 30, 2006 at 2:30
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