It's too late. It was probably rented yesterday.
We're gonna do our best to clean up his credit and we'll see. Who knows? Maybe we'll buy something.
dies laughing
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It's too late. It was probably rented yesterday.
We're gonna do our best to clean up his credit and we'll see. Who knows? Maybe we'll buy something.
dies laughing
I'm still upset about the credit stuff. B&E think we should keep looking, but I am hesitant. I just .... I don't like rejection as it is. This seems like asking for it. If I wanted rejection based on superficial shit, I would have remained an actress.
Aimee I feel your pain. My credit is not all that great. When I was looking at apartments a little over a year ago I was just very up front about it. I had a copy of my credit report with me, and I told the folks that I talked to that I had less than perfect credit. If it was a problem at that discussion I moved on. I never had an ugly discussion, and almost everyone seems appreciative of the fact that I was telling them as opposed to them running a check and then having to reject me. When I found this place they never even ran a check. They liked me, it worked, and I rented.
I'm so fucking bored with the crip experience right now. Not just mine, everyone else's too. But my article is coming along fine...I'm just reminded of why I didn't go into disability studies full-time. We're boring and we complain a lot. Did y'all know there was a gay crip magazine called "Bent"? "They used to have more respect for cripples!"(off look) No, they didn't!"
"My dad said that if I called you, you'd buy cookies." I, of course, did.
Well YEAH.
Maybe we'll buy something. (dies laughing)
Play the lottery?
Aimee, I had trouble renting when I first moved to Jersey because my credit report was showing that I owed the IRS $10,000 (I didn't). I explained the sitch to the landlords, and they were okay about it. It helped to rent from people, who make their own decisions, rather than management companies. Also, letters of recommendation from previous landlords help a lot. Don't give up!
I'm so fucking bored with the crip experience right now. Not just mine, everyone else's too. But my article is coming along fine...I'm just reminded of why I didn't go into disability studies full-time. We're boring and we complain a lot. Did y'all know there was a gay crip magazine called "Bent"? "They used to have more respect for cripples!"(off look) No, they didn't!"
That would be a tough degree. It would be like watching the damn Olympic Profiles every day for the rest of your life.
My Mother felt it was wrong for her to sell them at work.
I hated that about selling cookies. My dad wouldn't bring them to work and I was very shy about some things, growing up (I still hate to sell shit, I could never be a salesperson, even though I'm not shy anymore)
I skipped the last, um, 300 messages in the old thread. But I got to see Kristin get her hair cut! Sadly, the hair cutter lady has no appointments before I go home, so my hair shall remain boring.
wrod, Trudy. Something else I hate: My brother giving my dad his little spy reports about us. I wish he'd ask me about me, if he wants to know. But he doesn't, because when he gets critical I tell him to stuff it and he doesn't like it.(Thanks, Bitches!) I swear I don't know why my father busts my ovaries so much. Sure, I'm in debt, but I've never had any migraine medication or baby daddys. I vote and I finished college. Didn't get the Pill or tattooed till I was grown. I think I am my generation's fucking daughter of the year, whom anyone else would be tremendously proud of and he's a punk making my brother criticize me for him.(And I would be more pissed at my brother except he is a Manchurian candidate.)
"They used to have more respect for cripples!" (off look) "No, they didn't!"
Hugh Laurie will be on Letterman Feb. 24th
meara, I'd love to see you while you are in town. I know, I was supposed to email you, but then I was too busy to check my email for a few days.
Ugh, you also reminded me that I need to do something about my hair. It is desparate for some color.