We move tomorrow and I am SO READY. This past weekend was hell. Matt had been receiving very harassing texts from the roommates and I was -- that close to walking down to the police station and getting them charged. We are all adults and for us to feel unsafe in our own home is unacceptable, especially when it all boiled down to painting a fucking room.

But it will all be over tomorrow and then I never have to worry about them again.

I'll head to work in the morning and Matt and his recruitment's will move all of our shit. I don't who wins in that situation.

A week and a half until we move and I can't freaking wait.

I've been needing some inspiration since we are going to be decorating this place and sadly, that Scarface poster of Matt's is not allowed, which will be news to him. Mwahaha.





When blogger is being a pooface so there you have my two inspiration ideas

We found a place and it is such a relief to know that we have someplace to go that is going to be all our own. No roommates, no bullshit, just each other to aggravate.

We looked at about 10 apartments and after seeing shithole after shithole, this one was perfect. The outside looks like an old brownstown and the inside has these little touches that I love, such as a marble fireplace in our bedroom. It's a two bedroom walkthrough so you have to walkthrough our bedroom to get to Adrian's room. Considering we have been sharing a room with him all of this time, we are so excited that he is going to have his own space. It will be so good for us and equally for him.

We move in September first and will be paying out the ass for rent, but that's the city. I'm so ready, he's so ready and I think it will be really good for us.

Now I'm waiting for him to get home with some burritos and it can't happen any sooner. I do love this boy.

Oh life, you are a silly little bitch sometimes

I moved in with Matt this past weekend. We decided to live together with his old roommates, save money, share some space and then next year look for a place by ourselves.

That plan all came crashing down when his roommates decided that they "hated living with a four year old" so we needed to find another place to live. I don't think there are words to describe how angry I am. Matt has lived here for 4 months, had already signed the lease for another year, and if A had been such a problem they should have told us sooner. We could be assholes and stay for the year since he is on the lease but we don't want to deal with them so we are looking for a place.

In September.

In Boston.

Miserable. There is absolutely nothing for $1200 for a two bedroom near to where he's living now unless we want to live in a slum so we are looking a little further outside the city which means our commutes are now going to be worse.

I'm trying to look to the positive that we will have a place that is all our own but until we find something I'm just a ball of stress.