Lease is signed!

I finally went in to the apartment complex to sign the lease. Which reminds me- I need to research renter's insurance for a different rate. The complex has their own for $15/month.

And I also need to set up water and electricity.
Wait.... isn't water allocated for the units? So that just leaves electricity for the moment.
Right? Shit. Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?

So I wanted to take matters into my own hands and read the lease agreement on my own. The agent briefly goes over the first page and tells me to initial at the bottom, and I stop her and tell her I want to read the agreement on my own. That is until I realize this agreement is not your standard 7-10 pages. It's more like 20-25. So I read the first 5, and then I notice I've been there for about 30 minutes and I really need to get home to take my sisters to their parent-teacher orientation. So I start skimming over the next 15 pages, and come across some verbiage that I don't understand and make a star next to it so I can ask the agent to explain it to me.

Another fifteen minutes pass and I'm "done." I take the pages and ask her to review the section about lawful entry (do they give a notice?), pest control (how often do they come by?) and fire extinguishers (are they in the apartment units?)

She seemed a bit peeved that I'd played "big girl" and taken matters into my own tiny hands. I did feel a bit foolish for taking the pages away from her, and not able to finish them all. But I personally don't feel comfortable hurrying off to sign something I haven't fully read. Or understood for that matter.

On move-in day, I need to pay my first month's prorated rent of $416.
And then the sweating begins.
Especially now that the situation at my work seems a bit unstable and is forecasting an insecure future.

W. T. F. did I get myself into?

Legal vs. Illegal Immigration

I want to someday write a screenplay for a documentary on a subject I feel particularly.... "close" to.

I've seen illegal immigration firsthand, and have met individuals who are involved in this process. I couldn't help but wonder how their lives revolved around this illegal action and the precautions they were taking from being deported for the first, second or even third time. I became extremely curious to find out how exactly they were manipulating the system and making their lives on the other side of the fence.

What I see as the biggest problem is quite possibly the simplest thing for them to do: acquire the necessary information to work "legally." Someone I know once said "It ain't cheap for them to come here. They pay big bucks to mow our lawns." He was referring to the "coyotes" which are people who smuggle immigrants across the border and guide them into the US. I once heard a story of a worker who had paid $2000 to get across.

So how do they work here? Most of them will obtain a social security number belonging to someone else, and work under their name for as long as they can. They file under 1099 status so that no taxes are taken out of their paychecks. This translates into identity theft for the real person, and come audit time, they are faced with years of accumulated unpaid taxes.

These immigrants have all the information ready: a photocopy of their driver's license, social security and green card. All they have to do is fax it to their employer and never present the cards in real life—but who cares since corporations never check those numbers anyway. All they care about is cheap labor. Plus- they're too busy to check out all those numbers.

What about the illegal immigrant who is ready to buy a house but doesn't have a SSN? Well let the realtor pull enough strings and use little Sonny's number to get their house. It doesn't matter to them that the buyer is only 2 years old. Chances are that information won't resurface.

But what about driving on the roads with no license? That's the easiest way for them to get deported. But since they are such careful drivers, chances are they won't get pulled over. And don't think they haven't thought about their driving habits. It is very unlikely to see a truck of illegal immigrants packed. They already split up into 2 trucks and travel separately to narrow their chances of getting pulled over.

I would love to conduct interviews so that people may share their stories of crossing the border, but let's face it- Who would volunteer?

In the end, I can't help but wonder who mows the lawns over at the Immigration Naturalization Service and the IRS…..

You're gonna get a good laugh out of this one

So I'm supposed to meet the blue eyed guy for an early dinner at Chili's on the Beltway and I-10, the one that's right on the College campus. I ask him if he knows where it's at and he doesn't say he doesn't and agrees to meet at 5. Since I'm closer to it I'm there in a few minutes after work. He calls me and tells me he's in traffic but will be there soon.

He calls me back to ask me if I'm talking about the San Jacinto campus and I'm thinking "What the hell is he talking about?" So I tell him "of course not- it's the HCC campus right off the beltway and I-10; what address did YOU put into your gps???" And he says "I didn't. I just put the intersection in and I'm over here"

So I ask "Which way are you going?"
"Uh.... east."
Shit.
"You're supposed to be going WEST"
And this doofus says "but if I do, I'll be going in the opposite direction- further away."
I tell him "Do you know where Memorial City is?? You do realize that the Beltway is a LOOP and there is an east side and a west side where the 10 and 8 meet??"

"Uh no. I didn't know that"

O.M.G

This guy has been living in Houston since he was 7!!!!!! How can he not realize that? I gotta admit that I was rather vague when I told him "Beltway and 10"- but Why The Hell didn't he ask before leaving?? Normally he'll ask for the exact address and now I understand why!

So when I realized he was on the opposite end of town and it would take him more than 30 minutes in rush hour traffic to get to the restaurant I told him we'd just have to reschedule because I had to be home early.

He said he was really sorry and felt really bad. He even called me right back to ask me if I was at the Chili's on Mason Rd. (in Katy) At that moment, there was no point of telling him which way to go if he couldn't even tell me where he was.

But I was OK. I don't like him all that much- and it's not because of this- but just because I don't feel any sparks. I think Sebastian's constant presence in my life is what keeps me from falling for this guy. Normally I'd be sooooo pissed but Sebastian keeps me sane, so that's good.

So there I sat at Chili's, having a Quesadilla platter all by myself because I was starving. I didn't even feel weird having dinner alone.

Go ahead- laugh. I give you permission

You want a kid??

I'm tired as hell, but I made a promise to myself to blog at least once a day.

I just spent the last 2 hours packing some more of my stuff, all the while talking to Sebastian on the phone. I managed to give myself an itchy and runny nose, as well as watery eyes. Perfect combination. I'm still not done. I got one of my sisters to get everything out from underneath the bed, and all my shoes out of my closet. I took off the last few picture frames I had up, and went through my closet and drawers to get rid of old tshirts that I would most likely never wear again.

Sebastian and I got on the topic of kids and that he would be delighted if I became pregnant with his child. He had told me he was glad he hadn't had children with his ex-wife, and would actually look forward to having a little Sebastian running around. I try to push those ideas aside by admitting that I would want to have kids for selfish reasons- I don't want to die alone. Plus, I like the idea of having family gatherings with at least 3 kids. That is when they're in their 30s.

While the idea of such a surprise is intriguing to me, how long would the novelty last? How long before we begin to despise one another? And how long before we possibly regret making such a decision? Moreover, how hard would it be to date others with a kid in tow??

I don't want to have a child with someone I'm not in love with. I've always regarded the idea of childbearing as a gift to my partner. I would want him to be in love with me as well. I mainly think Sebastian is rushed to be a father because he's almost 27 and loves kids.

We joke about it, and that's the only thing to do at this point, because I know we'll eventually grow out of it. I've been careful too-

come 9 o'clock every night,
I'm popping that pill religiously

Date #2

I went on a second mini-date with the blue eyed guy after work. I ate lunch at work and so did he, so we weren't in the mood to have an early dinner that day, therefore decided to go get a coffee again. This time at Starbucks. Where it would be more intimate and relaxed.

He had agreed to meet some friends at 7pm so we couldn't hang out for too long. I enjoyed his company and I managed not to think too much about Sebastian. I didn't feel overwhelmed or short of breath either. No welling up either at this point. The blue eyed guy was very nice again. He was courteous and tried to get a handle on his foul mouth. Turns out he had already warned me he was very vulgar in person, but would make an exception with me because he didn't want to turn me off. And that he did. And I liked how respectful he'd been, and careful. I know he won't be able to hold it down for too long, but all that matters to me is him making good few first impressions at least so that I can get comfortable.

We talked about our plans for the weekend, and he mentioned he'd like to meet up sometime to do something. Since my grandma just arrived here from France this week, I've decided to reserve this weekend specifically for family. Sebastian had already asked me if I would be coming over as well. I told the blue eyed guy I would see if I had free time to hang out and let him know.

On the ride home, I thought a bit more about how I felt dating this guy. Sebastian was still there. In my heart and my mind, though not for very much longer. And as much as I loved spending time with Sebastian and cared for him, I knew he would just continue hurting me. Our conversations always include one of his exes, which drives me to jealousy over and over again. I'm sensitive to that, and would wish he'd leave it in the past. I'm pretty sure he doesn't do it out of malice, and I'm almost tempted to say he doesn't know how to dodge the subject. Yet, how difficult is it to say "I did that once" versus "My ex-wife and I did that once." Or even worse: "My ex-wife used to hate it when I'd lose my erection because there were kids around." I mean, really?? Do I have to know that?

I don't know, maybe I am too sensitive when he talks about his past- something which we did discuss once when we were still together. I agreed on his point of view, but am I wrong though to feel jealous when he talks about previous experiences with his exes- especially if it's sex?
Maybe this is the whole point of dating. Weeding out the bad ones, and finding out what you like and don't like. Not rushing things and not settling on the first guy that shows up.

Sebastian is great though. He's caring, sensitive and passionate.
Yet that EX factor will always be there, and that hurts.

I don't know how long I'll be able to keep the blue eyed guy under wraps. Or finally start taking him seriously. I know eventually I will have to come clean to Sebastian and put our special friendship to rest. Lately, I've heard him venture on and on about how happy he is being single. Sort of. To my face. I try to pretend it doesn't bother me, but deep down inside, I know we'll never be together.

Read the fine print

I used quite a few online apartment searching tools as I continued on my hunt. I knew from the past that mynewplace.com offered $100 gift cards for finding an apartment with them.

So does rent.com.
And that's where I got screwed.

You see, mynewplace.com doesn't offer the gift card for every property, but does so for a majority of communities.

$100 no more.

When I filled out my application at the leasing office, I put that I found their property on mynewplace.com, with the hopes of filling out their offer once I signed the lease. I was certain I'd get it. When I went back online later that day, I went to check their terms and conditions, but couldn't find their "Claim your gift card here" link anywhere. I searched some more and concluded that the site did not offer it for my property. I went on to Rent.com's website and saw it staring right back at me. The $100 gift card. It was an oversight on my end.





I had just lost my new dining room set.......
my frosted table and 4 chairs from Ikea.......

I'm in an open relationship- part 2

When I didn't hear back from the gorgeous guy in the days following, I set him aside and felt nothing more would come of it. I was ok with being Sebastian's side-girl, because I was still getting mine.

However, a few days later, gorgeous guy texted to see how my week was going. I was mortified. He wasn't supposed to contact me! We were supposed to have a bad date and move on! What was he doing writing out of nowhere?

So for the next few days, we messaged back and forth. I was getting a little nervous because I was slowly approaching my texting limit for the month. The next day, I found out my company offered me an unlimited plan on my business phone, so I put my brand new Samsung Rant to great use. I texted all day.

Gorgeous guy was being rather coy. He never offered to set up a second date, so I continued hoping he was only texting as a formality. The weekend came, and I was to spend it with Sebastian again. But before heading out to his place, Gorgeous Guy texted me and asked what my plans for the afternoon were. Since Sebastian and I hadn't agreed on a time, I told Gorgeous Guy I was on my way to his side of town, and wanted to see if we could meet up for lunch. He agreed, and thirty minutes later, we were sitting together at a Mexican restaurant.

The second date went by better. I was more relaxed and not thinking so much about Sebastian. I was able to carry on a conversation and get to know him just a bit more. He mentioned his love for sports and that he was on his way to a soccer game that evening. When I asked him if he was going with someone, he said no and asked if I wanted to go. I had already made plans with Sebastian for that night, and told him I couldn't. He suggested we go the following weekend, because another game was taking place.

The week flew by and Gorgeous Guy continued texted every so often. I managed to get some soccer tickets from one of my superiors at work, and told Gorgeous Guy of my lucky hand. He was very happy and looking forward to go.

That weekend, Sebastian wanted to take a trip out to Austin together. When I told him I wouldn't be able to because I had plans on Sunday evening, I had to come clean about what those plans were. He knew me well enough not to make plans with my mom and sisters. I told him I was going on another date with the guy I'd had bad luck with the week before. He was surprisingly very considerate. He even helped me get ready. I was..... feeling rather guilty for both guys, especially since I would be coming back to Sebastian that night.

I went out with the Gorgeous Guy and had a great time. We had a snack at his place before the game, and then headed out on his scooter for the stadium. The game was exciting, and our home team won. He was very pleased with the seats I'd been able to get us. That night, as I went back to his place to get my car, we kissed.

And then I drove back to Sebastian's and spent the night with him. I was getting some mixed feelings, but telling myself that if it was meant to go anywhere with either guy, it would become apparent soon.

The Gorgeous guy never called after that date, and he only texted once afterwards which was strange since he'd offered to take me out on a real dinner date the following weekend. When I didn't hear back from him again, I dropped him completely. I haven't texted him since.

I got back onto Plenty of Fish and started browsing some more. Somewhere along the fishing, I came across a blue eyed guy who seemed to be calm enough for my taste. We instant messaged for a few days before agreeing to meet. Since I could only meet with him on the weekends, I offered to meet up one friday night that I was free. However, it got to be too late, and I preferred to spend my time with Sebastian. The blue eyed guy had sort of turned me off with some pictures I'd seen on his myspace profile.

During the following week, the blue eyed guy and I continued chatting online. We were starting to get to know each other slowly, but there were still things that put me off. I could see developing a friendship with him to start things off. I offered to meet him for coffee one saturday morning before I would go to Sebastian's place, since they both lived in the same area.

I arrived early, and went to the bathroom. By the time I walked out, he walked in, and I was floored. He was wearing a nice shirt, and had a good hair cut. But the thing that completely caught me off guard were his eyes. His aqua colored eyes. Eyes the color of the Caribbean sea. Eyes I didn't believe could ever exist in real life.

It was hard to pay attention to half the things he was saying, but I managed to have a very nice time with him. I think it had a lot to do with being on a schedule. I only gave myself 30 minutes with him, with the excuse that I had an appointment to go look at an apartment- Half of which was true. There was an apartment, but no appointment. I wanted to see Sebastian as soon as possible.

Sebastian had called me right as I went in to see the blue eyed guy, but I never told him of the date. I knew he wouldn't get angry, or even bothered. I just didn't feel comfortable telling him.
I parted ways with the blue eyed guy, and soon after, he texted me saying I was really cute and was hoping to meet up again for a real date. I agreed and went on with my day.

The next day, he texted me asking how my day was going. We engaged in simple chitchat, when he "accidentally" put his foot in his mouth. He told me he had gone on a date with someone else that same day, but was only interested in me- which he stressed quite a few times.

Personally, it didn't bother me at all. It did flatter me that he was already "choosing" me even though we'd only met for 30 minutes, but I decided to play with him a bit more, and give him a hard time. I pretended to be upset and slowly drift away. I didn't answer his texts right away, mainly because I wasn't in the mood, because Sebastian was around, and because quite frankly, I didn't know what to say. Moreover, I really was in no situation to judge considering what I was doing with Sebastian behind closed doors.

However, things might get a little tricky now. Sebastian will help me move, but the blue eyed guy offered as well as giving me furniture if I need any because his mom works at a storage unit. I haven't accepted his offer, but am hoping things with Sebastian could possibly calm down. It hurts to hear him say things like "I have a lot more time now that I'm single. Well.... sort of single."

I'm in an open relationship, part 1

.... sort of.....

I subjected myself to online dating at the beginning of this year. I was bored of being alone and not having someone to do something with every weekend.
I created a profile on Plenty of Fish, and soon started meeting guys online. I went on a couple of dates that didn't go anywhere, and a few others that made it through the 3rd.
Then, I met someone who I thought was perfect for me.At least, that's what they all appear to be until the 3rd month mark.

Sebastian (*name has been changed to protect the guilty) was charming. He was a real gentlemen (and still is). We chatted online for two days before we got glued to the phone one Saturday for 13 hours. You read that right- from noon to 1 A.M. the next morning.  I wasn't ready to meet yet; I still wanted to wait a week, but he was so confident that we would "click" that we met the next day.

We were an item after that first date.
We had a nice dinner at Olive Garden. I remember feeling very pessimistic about the whole thing. I just couldn't understand why anyone would want to date me. He had a quirky attitude that made me laugh in my head. He was.... a nerd. We had a lot in common. We both came from California, and had been in Houston for the same amount of time. He didn't have many friends because until recently, he'd been married. He was divorced. Well.... not technically.

He'd been married for two years to a "psycho" b*tch who was very violent. I felt sorry for him, and I won't lie and say I didn't mind him talking negatively about his ex, but I sort of wished he'd had left it there.

A few months down the road, it was evident he wasn't going to shut up about his ex.... or all the girls he'd been with.

I'm very insecure of myself, so when talk of an "ex" comes into MY conversation, I get very defensive. I wish they would stay in the past like they are meant to. I, personally, don't share any ties with any ex-boyfriends, though I've dated 2-4 years with a couple. They're an ex for a reason, and I don't stay friends. If it didn't work out before, why would it work out afterwards? I swear by that motto.

Well, I did until Sebastian came along.

Things with Sebastian were perfect in my opinion. He was attentive, sweet, caring, and protective. He was the man I'd never had before. He could be geeky and cheesy, but I loved it. I never fell in love with him, but I loved him. I loved his character.Almost 4 months into the relationship, Sebastian broke up with me unexpectedly. We had a date, a movie, and then we parted ways. I was upset because I thought we would spend that night together. I texted him that I was upset, and he came to see me about 15 minutes later at my house. And he broke the news there. I remember him saying he wasn't completely over the idea of his failed marriage (the divorce had since been finalized), and though he wouldn't go back with his ex-wife, he didn't want to continue with me because he didn't see it going anywhere. He didn't want to hurt me. I got the "It's not you, it's me" line.At the time, I believed it, because I didn't think I had done anything to merit a dumping. With time, I realized that some couples aren't meant to be. And in truth, about two months earlier, I felt a frog in my throat. I somehow knew it couldn't work out. The thought of the exes, the incessant reference of the exes and the wandering eye hurt me. He was great, just..... not what I truly needed.

We broke up, but two days later got "together" again. But we weren't a couple. We were just..... doing the same things a couple would do. The wining, the dining, and the sleepovers.

A few weeks later, I decided to go back onto Plenty of Fish to kill time. I soon received a few messages, and connected with a gorgeous guy. We agreed to meet for coffee the following week.

I spent the weekend with Sebastian and went to a birthday party. I met some of the friends he had never introduced me to before. I was soon very confused. That night, I went back home, and with tears in my eyes, heard my phone ring. It was Sebastian.

"I need to know what we're doing. We're hanging out like a couple, but we're not. I need to know if there's a chance of us getting back together so if not, I can move on" I said.

He told me he enjoyed spending time with me, but didn't think we'd work out in the long run. He was still hurt from his previous relationship and didn't want to date anyone (besides me) for the time being. I'm certain sex plays a big attachment in our relationship.

The next day, I hung out with a friend and told him of my problem. We both agreed that I needed my own time, away from visits and phone calls from Sebastian. Problem was, I wasn't strong enough to follow through with it.

I went on my date, which was a disaster (at least in my opinion). The gorgeous guy bored me. I was still hurt by Sebastian's breakup, and silently fighting back tears. I left the gorgeous guy and went to see Sebastian. I told him about what had happened, and we both had a "nervous" laugh over it. He was personally happy that I was dating again- or at least attempting to date.

I found my first apartment

Earlier this week, I continued my search for apartments in Houston. I came across one particular community that caught my eye. I called their number only to find out it was a call center for their communities. I'd been through these calls before, and they give inaccurate information because they're unfamiliar with the property in question.

My conditions were simple-

1. Top floor
2. 9-month lease
3. W/D Connection, minimum

The agent quoted me for a 2nd floor (because it was cheaper), 9 month lease, with W/D connection.

It was perfect for me, minus the square footage. But at this point, I didn't care anymore. It was right where I wanted to be and at the price range I'd been fighting long for.

It even included "free cable."
Well, it was incorporated in the monthly rent, and you didn't have the choice of opting out. I read somewhere that it had to do with people stealing cable and the apartment complex had to charge everyone for it.
I found good reviews online- which was quite a shock since I was used to seeing poor reviews of the other communities I'd been looking at. We had previously come across cockroaches, gnats, water damage, mold, vandalized units, and shady characters.

I called a few other places just to have some backups for my Saturday hunt. None of them compared to the one I had my eye on, and I was hoping this would be the last one I would look at.

I set up an appointment for Saturday morning and went to pick up my friend because he wanted to lend his support. Most importantly, I just think he wanted to see what I was getting myself into. He had previously cautioned me clear of bad complexes and I knew his opinion was honest.
We made it in to their parking lot and I was already happy. It was clean, quiet and surrounded by other upscale complexes. I didn't mind the poor choice in color at all. I spoke with the leasing agent, and after waiting for a while, she agreed to show us the last empty apartment that had been leased out the day prior.

She went through the presentation of the complex,"We have 450+ units, one HPD officer onsite, one pool, 24/7 crew maintenance, gated community, free cable, and full size or stackable washer/dryer units."
"Wait, I'm sorry- did you say the apartment has the actual unit, not just the connection?" I peeped.
"All of our units have washers/dryers" she answered

I was humming the hallelujah chorus in my head. I'm taking it, I'm taking it.
And I hadn't even seen the apartment yet.

She unlocked the door to a very dark apartment on the first floor. I soon as I walked in, my friend and I looked at each other and thought the same thing.
"This is the exact same layout as yours! Just a tiny bit bigger." I said
"Yeah, I think you're right" he said.

We made the tour, which only took 37 seconds, and concluded it was in fact the same as his apartment. I'd learned to deal with his space for almost 5 months, and it had never bothered me, so I was ready to move into this apartment.

We went back to the office and filled out the application. She ran my information, and because I have spectacular credit, I didn't need to pay a deposit. I gave her my $170 check for administration and application, and she told me what I would be getting:

"A prorated rate for September at $416.87, and monthly rent at $481. You will

be on the third floor, in the 1/1 apartment at 513 sqft. Your unit will be facing the street. You can come sign the lease on Thursday and pay the first month's rent on the day of your move in, September 5. You are responsible for setting up the utilities such as water, electricity, etc. in your name prior to move-in"

I was so excited, though I remember my nervousness overshadowing that. We thanked her for her help, and were on our way.

We went to Ikea for their Swedish meatballs for lunch to celebrate.

I texted and facebooked my friends with the good news and they all asked the same thing:
"So when's the housewarming party?"
I was a bit hesitant about it, but soon remembered they were flakes about showing up at my parents’ 2100 sqft house, so I said the only thing I could think of-

"Guys, as soon as I open the door, I'm halfway through the apartment. I just don't know where I'm going to put all of you!"

I'm not a princess....

....Am I?

My parents (mainly my mother) babied me throughout my entire 24 years. As a result, I've taken her for granted and feel despicable from it. I've finally come to realize that it is time for me to get out before it's too late.

My living arangements have been spectacular all my life. I've lived in apartments, condos, houses, and 3 years ago, I came face to face with the burbs.

I relocated from California to Texas with my family. I basically tagged along, even after my father offered to let me stay in California with a boyfriend I had at the time. I said "Screw it. Family is family, and we're sticking together."

Well, I pretty much screwed myself because as soon as I moved out of California, my boyfriend of 4 years and I broke up. And it was for good this time.

I had a shot at "independence" and I didn't take it. I stayed with Mom and Dad for way too long. My dad was convinced that I'd stay with them until I was 30. My mom didn't seem to mind, and neither did I. It was a living arrangement that was perfect; that is until my dad moved out. He relocated to California because he wasn't happy in Texas anymore. He opened his business and started living on his own. It was just my mom and I for the time being. Oh wait- did I forget to mention I had twin sisters who were 15 years younger than me?

Yes. That's the only negative aspect of it. You're 22 and they're 7.

My parents were still together, but not living under the same roof; they weren't separated either. My dad would come to visit us at every holiday, and would stay the weekend.
My mom started working nights, and I had to be home to take care of my sisters. Monday through Friday. From 5pm on. Sometimes even on Sundays.

At the time, it was... ok. I was single and wasn't dating. I didn't have many other interests, therefore school on the weekends took up most of my morning time. It was..... just fine. I dealt with it.

But then the itch for dating grew, and I couldn't just limit my time to Saturday nights. I wanted more. So my mom and I worked it out. I could get every other sunday, and monday nights as well. But that was it.

And then the resentment escalated. I needed to be out more often. My mom and I got into disagreements and heaterd arguments. I stormed into other rooms and slammed doors. I cried, I screamed, and shouted. I acted like a 15-year-old. And then I said what I really felt "I need to move out. I'm moving out!"

That was almost 6 months ago. After a few setbacks, changes of hearts and reconcialations, I finally set a date. September 1, 2009.

And I still haven't found a place.

HOUSTON, we have a problem...

....and her name is RenRexx.
No. I'm not perfect, and I'm not going to pretend that I am either.
First blogs are always the most difficult to start. You tend to begin with optimism, but soon have a fallout as you did with your old high school friends, and forget the login information to your account so that you can't even fix or delete your work.

Well, what's the point of this then? I recently found myself at the intersection of a new ......"adventure" per se.

I want to share my experiences, or what will come of such incidents.
And what's going to happen?
I'm MOVING OUT of my parents's nest.
At 24.
And I don't even know how to cook.....
or do my own laundry.