dasramblings

As I sit here my house is in shambles – things are packed and ready to move. Tomorrow morning I’ll get the U-Haul and throw most of my large belongings into storage for an unknown amount of time. This is a really weird feeling. I’ve lived in my house for almost 7 years and in the valley my whole life. State College has been good to me so far. It’s a new beginning and I’m enjoying it. I hope it stays that way.

Anyhow, I’m tired and not drunk. There’s a lot to do tomorrow. I figured I’d check in for those who care. If you need to contact me my new email for now is cswarman@gmail.com

Catch you all later.

As some may know I’ll be moving to State College shortly for a new job. I have 5 days to get my shit in order before I start.

Everything was going fine. I have a place to stay there, got a job I wanted, a woman I’m into and life is generally good. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and it did.

Today I learned that a loan I was looking to get didn’t go through. It happens and I hold no ill will. I did need that loan to fix up my house and get it up to snuff so it can be rented. Now it’s going to be a big pain in the ass and it will take longer than expected since I’ll have to save the cash over time.

The above didn’t bother me half as much as I am now. Here’s why – my neighbor is looking to get into a new place. My place would be perfect because it’s right across the street from them. They’re also willing to do some work as they lived here in lieu of rent discounts. I was told today that they’re willing to do that as I was working around the house. I went as far as to re-arrange everything so they could get in here by the first of next month.

Well about 15 minutes ago I get a knock on the door from one of my neighbors. He tells me that since he won’t get the room he wanted at my place they’re out of the agreement.  So basically as of now I don’t have the cash to do it myself OR people to rent it. So I’ll be paying a mortgage and possibly rent in SC for awhile. Not to mention I’ll be renting to people I probably don’t know and go through that whole hassle.

I just had to rant. I’m so fucking pissed right now it’s just silly.

Anyone want to loan me like 5 grand? Ugh.

Today I went to hell a.k.a. Luzerne County Property Tax Reassessment. Not only did I go there and waste my time I had to put up with the hording masses of unwashed, unemployed bitchfucks.

This brings me to a general observation of society as a whole. When you put a bunch of strangers in a room a few things are going to happen. Here’s a few:

1.They will strike up a conversation with you whether you want to talk or not.

2.They will smell

3.They will be unkempt and look like they were just at a double wide convention

4.They will be old and find another kindred spirit of oldness to which they can complain to about everything from the plight of the noble amoeba to the reason they’re where they’re at.

5.They will be very fat and require a scooter or walker for mobility.

6.They will keep to themselves, wait their turn, get shit done and get out the door. (this accounts for maybe 10% of the total group)

Anyway, there’s this guy there. He had the worst “valley accent” I’ve ever heard. (living here all my life that’s something to be said) Whenever this dude spoke it was always “up on da hill” or “around tree I went to da sto’ ta git mah tree hunner an fiddy dolla check cashed sincin’ I dun have no bank account”. It’s worse than a southern accent. What also kicked my ass about this dude is he’d ask this jew-fro guy a question and before the guy could answer Mr. Tree would shout “WHAT!?” or “HUH??!”. He did this after every question presented. I wanted to stab him with brick. Twice. In the eye.

There’s also the complainers. The fuckers that back the whole damn process up. They’ll complain and complain about the raise in taxes that it took THIRTY FIVE years to change. (I’m sorry, tirdy fi’ years for my valley friends) Regardless, that long without a substantial reassessment really isn’t all that bad.  Sure it sucks – especially with the economy these days but there’s not much you can do about it.

My favorite people of course are the obese folks with walkers and scooters. They need special treatment due to the fact they cannot stop the motion of hand to food, food to mouth. Ok, some folks have glandular problems and I understand that. However not everyone does and these people suck. Not only do I have to look at them and their fat oozing over their moo-moos but I have to support them because they’re “disabled”. Get off your fucking scooter and walk fatty! You’ll live longer, feel better and be more pleasing to me. (which of course is all that matters )

That was my day. It was productive but annoying. This is why I hang out with a few friends at bars. At least I know at bars everyone there has pretty much the same agenda I do.

I didn’t feel like going out tonight due to lack of funds. For some reason I decided that drinking cheap, old vodka would be a good thing to do. Bad fucking idea. As of now my vision is that of a singular line of light that has no other direction than straight. I fully believe that the vodka was pissed in by a hippie on acid at my last party.

I also pinched a nerve due to my ample surfing tonight. My pinky is numb. This is nothing new – it happens from time to time. However tonight it’s a bit more prolonged. Actually now that I remember that’s why I started drinking in the first place tonight.

My cat is freaking the fuck out. I just ate some pizza and feel like puking or sleeping.

Actually, I don’t have a damn entertaining thing to say tonight. I’m feeling pretty stoic for the most part. I need to be entertained. My mind has too much on it. Questions, problems and uncertainties – the stuff stress is made of. Yay.