Yea, I'd completely forgotten that I'd ended my last blog with that spam blog situation, you guys were probably like "OHSHITHERBLOGGOTDELETED!" nah, I'm still here. That whole thing got cleared up the same day I posted it. Me, a spam blog. Laughable. Ha ha ha.

Now that that's over. We might have an answer to my living situation in Los Angeles. You guys might think I'm being greedy and overly opportunistic (thats what my mom thinks), but hear me out. You remember my nana I was telling you about, like two posts ago? The one who fell and was in the hospital? Well she's still there. They're saying she had a mild stroke, which we figured, but she's had two MRI's && they were both radically different, so they're thinking she might've had an anyuerism [OMGSH 16 POINTS FOR ME SPELLING THAT WORD RIGHT THE FIRST TIME!], && she still doesn't have her memory all the way back. They're bringing her up here because she doesn't have enough family taking care of her in LA && everything. So....she'll be up here next week....and when I move down next month....her house....which is paid for.....is completely unoccupied. Perfect right?! Thats what I was thinking. Two bedrooms, one bath. Washer && Dryer in the unit. and, my favorite part: PAID FOR!?!?!? I'd have to pay utilities, and cable && internet && put food in it && buy soap && shit. Which would be a lot, understandable. Plus I'd have to pay my phone and my car insurance && put gas in my little piece of shit. Plus I'd wanna have some money on hand for social events && things of the nature, plus I'd wanna keep up my gym membership, plus my hair && nails && random shit like that. Which, yes, is a lot of money, but I could do it you guys. I promise I could. Gosh. Nobody'll give me a chance.

Anyway, my mother had herself a very bad day. She washed her camera. You think I'm a camera whore. Christie has problems. And today, she put her Canon Powershot in the washing machine, and now the screen won't work. Her SD card is good, she's just cameraless. Even with Christmas coming, nobody has enough to get her a new one. Oops? In her depression she (the DIABETIC, mind you) ate a quart of peppermint bark ice cream. Now she's got diahhrea, which you didn't need to know, but its what her punk ass gets, our insurance doesn't cover self inflicted diabetic comas && shit Christie, get your shit together. So now she's in a little state, mad at the world. I wasn't here, can't blame shit on me.

So if I save up every single dime between now and Jan 31st (the projected move date) I might have enough to keep myself afloat in Cali for maybe two months, which should be long enough for me to pick up two minimum wage jobs, that would keep me afloat until I could get one decent job, and then everything would be good? This is why they don't want me to go, they don't think I can take the pressure. Between me and you? I'm not all that sure I can either, but I'd rather the change, the challange, than the same old fucking same. I can't swim, but....sink or swim? lol ignore that analogy, it didn't work like I wanted.

Somebody remind me that I really do need to get my keyboard replaced. My A, S, && D are gone. My Shift is well.....shifty....if My F or Caps Lock goes, I'm going to fucking cry. && could you imagine typing without a space bar? Myyyyyy nigga, that would suck.

Goodnight.
-A.