Holday Cheer
This is just going to be one of those days for me. I'm irritated by everything in general, and have locked myself away in the bedroom to avoid taking it out on Dan at this point. Frankly, the fact that he plays video games 9 or 10 hours a day recently has been driving me into an absolute rage, but when he's not playing them, he's freaking out and crying. I figure maybe he just needs some time for escapism, so I'm letting him do this and keeping my thoughts about it to myself.
Recently, I've been doing a lot of research about real estate here in Knoxville. I'm already kind of sick of this apartment, it's small and there are all kinds of maintenance problems. Plus, we have new neighbours across the street who literally sit for 12 hours a day on their front porch. There are about five of them, and they take turns passing around the acoustic guitar all day and loudly playing their awful songs. None of them can sing and they have the guitar proficiency of a 12 year old. Their music is so loud; it's difficult to believe someone can project like that on an unmamplified acoustic, so they must be absolutely shredding the strings. I've thought about just blasting my music whenever we get in the car. You know, my really loud goth music that nobody likes but me and Dan.
Houses are so cheap here. I keep finding these adorable little bungalows with hardwood floors, central heating and air, fenced yards, etc. for around $100,000, which is not bad at all. In my next post, I'll post some pictures of houses that I'm looking at.
I just think we need a house. Hobo needs a yard, and I'm sick of walking up 3 flights of stairs to a 2-room hole.
Recently, I've been doing a lot of research about real estate here in Knoxville. I'm already kind of sick of this apartment, it's small and there are all kinds of maintenance problems. Plus, we have new neighbours across the street who literally sit for 12 hours a day on their front porch. There are about five of them, and they take turns passing around the acoustic guitar all day and loudly playing their awful songs. None of them can sing and they have the guitar proficiency of a 12 year old. Their music is so loud; it's difficult to believe someone can project like that on an unmamplified acoustic, so they must be absolutely shredding the strings. I've thought about just blasting my music whenever we get in the car. You know, my really loud goth music that nobody likes but me and Dan.
Houses are so cheap here. I keep finding these adorable little bungalows with hardwood floors, central heating and air, fenced yards, etc. for around $100,000, which is not bad at all. In my next post, I'll post some pictures of houses that I'm looking at.
I just think we need a house. Hobo needs a yard, and I'm sick of walking up 3 flights of stairs to a 2-room hole.
posted by Anna at
1:56 PM
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I'm telling you, you should move in to this place. We haven't had any maintenance problems that weren't fixed within 48 hours. And even those were few and minor things. I don't think you can have your dog here though. Regardless, I'll be stuck in this apartment until Heber sells which means I'll have to sign for another year here.
Sadly, we need a place that allows Hobos to squat inside. Maybe an abandoned building or something.
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