Where Do I go?

I had my mom snap at me last night.  I was in that bad of a mood.  Sorry, mom.  I was an a-hole last night. I think she understood after I apologized.  It was the effects of the Great Fava.

While I worked, my mom joked we would go move into the monster's neighborhood and he thought it was funny.  Glad he finds it's funny that he's displacing us and lying to us.  Glad he can have a farm while we're in this nightmare insecurity hell he put us in.  

I'm worried that we're putting all of our eggs in a basket with this place in Cudahy.  I am hoping it is really good and we can move in.  I'm worried about moving in the next 2 weeks.  It would help if it was 6 weeks.  I can't get ready in that amount of time.  I just can't but I can if it needs to be that.

I hate the fact that we got to pay money for an application if we really like it.  I worry about not getting accepted.  I'm like 2 points away from a really good score and I think my mom is ok with her credit score.  I worry I'm the one that will blow it because I'm not there yet in the credit score department.  Sigh.

I hate the fact that my sister and brother in-law will be staying in a hotel while they're here next month.  Well they got to watch us get humiliated by the landlord the last time. I can see why they want to spare us this time.  

The photographer had a tripod for the pictures.  Was Nicole Kidman going to show up for the pictures?  

I thought maybe I could unpack a few things after they finished but I guess things should stay packed.  I'll be trying to unpack closets for his open house.  

I should maybe find an outfit that has a Grey Gardens vibe to impress his buyers.  What an awful person he's become.

I told my mom he's going to blow us off on the boxes and he did.  He told us where we could buy some.  She asked him about putting his house up and he was rather sheepish.  Makes me wonder if this is about her clothing line and the farm thing was a lie.  

I really hope Friday turns out to be ok.  I feel so bad for Precious.  She knows something is going on and she seems really insecure and more snuggly.  Well wherever we go, she's coming with us. 

I hope the good humans have a good day.  I hope my day is free from the Great Fava. 

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