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Where to begin?
Sunday night, I witnessed two men kicking the door down of my next-door neighbor's apartment. They got most of his stuff. Worse, in my selfish opinion, is that they saw me watching. They know that the girl who lives alone in that apartment got a good look at them in the commission of a felony.
So, I freaked out when I saw them, ran inside and called the police. Forty-five minutes later, when they arrived, the felons were gone and I was scared out of my mind to the point of losing my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. :puke:
I know that it's mostly on TV that witnesses get snuffed out by the bad guys. Well, guess what? I'm an American girl who was raised by the TV. Latch-key kid, the whole thing. One of the reasons I gave TV up entirely (don't own one) is that I did the math, conservatively when I wasn't sure, and by the age of 20, I had spent 3.4 years watching TV.
But I digress. So, I'm scared to death. :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared:
I live in an apartment complex that's one step above the ghetto.
My freeper mother really dislikes me, my politics, my intelligence, my manner of speech and dress, etc., but I guess she doesn't want me to get murdered (if they'd kicked in my door instead of my neighbor's, who knows what would have happened? I wasn't at a Superbowl party. I was home working on my laptop, listening to my stereo, get my point?)
Anyway, so my mother and I got me another apartment today. At least, I think we did. They run a criminal background check on everyone. I know I'll pass it. If my mother has no dirty secrets, LOL, she'll pass, too, and I'll get to start moving on Wednesday. She won't be living there, but is a co-applicant. My parents have a great income, and she's the "guarantor" on the lease. It's a much better complex than this one. Much safer area. Much higher rent, but I guess I can always get another part-time job, at Wal*mart, maybe. Or Subway.
Anyway, I had already paid February's rent here. Despite the fact that I'll be out by Thursday night -- February 5th -- I will not be getting one cent of the rent back. Argued with the owner for a long time today. He laughed at me. Laughed in my face. (What did I expect out of a slumlord, huh?) What makes me want to SLIT MY FUCKING WRISTS is that the rent isn't "late" until the 6th. If I hadn't been doing the "right" thing -- paying it on the 1st -- I would have enough money to actually make this move not gut-wrenchingly difficult. My mother is paying the fees to get me into the apartment, but I have to pay transfer fees for my phone and utilities and all that bullshit now. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. (And although I'm not above asking, getting more money from her would be so expensive, in ways that have nothing to do with money, that I just don't know if it would be worth it to "go there.")
I have $3.11 in my checking account. That won't even buy a college kid for a couple of hours to help.
I have an extremely bad back and no health insurance to see the doctor if/when it goes out.
Most of my friends are in their 30's and 40's and 50's, and their backs are not any better than mine.
The new apartment is upstairs.
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I just got home from the Wal*mart Supercenter. Hint: If you're moving, show up at the Supercenter at midnight. The stockers will be all to eager to give you all the boxes you can possibly handle.
I'm packing, popping muscle relaxers like there's no tomorrow, having back spasms, and crying. I'm glad to be getting out of a hellish neighborhood but scared to death as to how I'm going to pay for it.
On Sunday, I will go to church and ask God to forgive me for wishing my current landlord would die a slow, painful death.
I haven't slept since it happened. My adrenalin has not died down. I AM going to go lie down and at least rest, even though I'm sure I won't sleep.
To anyone who got to the end of this very long post, thank you for listening.
I had an interesting conversation with the Wal*mart lady who broke down the boxes for me, but that will have to wait for another post.
January 20th, 2005 can't get here soon enough for me (and if the conversations I had with Wal*mart workers -- most of them religious white males, believe it or not -- are any indication, * will be lucky to not get his ass beaten BADLY in November).
Goodnight, y'all.
SGW
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