(Note from GKR: this post was actually written weeks ago, but due to a technical issue with Blogger's interwebs, it never made it up. And then everything went the hell in a handbasket and I forgot this was sitting in draft still.)
Well, actually you rarely have the choice. In this case the "good" is that I've jumped in with both feet on getting my house fixed up to get on the market. The "bad" is that I haven't gotten very far because while beginning what was to be a simple bath remodel of ripping out the vanity and vinyl floor to replace with gleaming pedestal sink and custom tile floor (laid by yours truly), I discovered that the dry wall is beginning to fail and there's mold growing in the wall and sub-floor. But don't take my word here's an early pic during the demo process:
Momma Kenny Ray, bless her soul, has been so helpful helping with the post roommate cleanout. She spent several hours scrubbing the bathtub and got it looking nearly white, proving that Carlos really didn't work on it as hard as he could have. Then again, at least he tried... T-Snake, to my knowledge, rarely — if ever — cleaned the bathroom. But, still, some of the things left behind for me to dispose of (at cost, I might add) are as telling as they are cause or disappointment. Ok ok ok, no more roommate talk. Back to the house...
So, the cost of getting this house on the market is quickly skyrocketing. On the bright side, at least I'm going to have a home that will be easier to sell than my neighbor's. And I've even got a couple invites to move in short-term style with friends should I not be able to find a suitable new condo. Good friends, good times.
FUCK THE IDIOT
1 week ago
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