House is sold
I am living with my parents.
They have dial-up.
I have acquired the means to tether my cell phone for personal internet, and it's lousy 2G is still faster than the century-old switchbox-laden birdperch around these parts, but the signal is still mega-sketchy. Not enough towers in the area to serve the pocket of rural area only a couple miles from an Air Force base. Apparently the ground is too complex to run cable and the demand isn't high enough. Rural Wi-fi is out of the question because of trees? DSL is apparently unobtainable here. And Satellite internet is a fucking rip-off with retarded download limits and sketchy service. I travel 3 miles up the road and a little subdivision has Charter. Ghey.
Don't expect to see me around for a bit. Just cleaning up some shit here before I head to Nashville, most likely.
Will probably be spending a bit of time around redfernsandroses and fresa before we all end up leaving the area. I'm calling an attorney tomorrow to clean up divorce and legal issues. I can pay the lawyer cash at this point. My ex is down for any fair agreement, but I have the sneaking suspicion I'm going to get dicked into paying a retainer, which is something I can't afford...
And I couldn't get a loan from a bank for a retainer fee, considering I just did a short sale on a house and my credit is wrecked.
meh. We'll see what happens, no sense stressing.
I'm relaxing and enjoying the country and isolation.
But I get bouts of stir-craziness.
I see alcohol becoming a problem again if I don't get enough social contact. My parents aren't enablers per se, but they certainly don't discourage much of anything I do as long as I'm not being retarded.
Which is also strange. Because the last time I was living with them I was still a teenager and they rode my ass.
Now I'm an adult and they actually treat me like one - which is exactly the opposite of what I expected when I found I'd have to move back in.
My parents are silly. They fall asleep about 10:00 on the couch/chair watching tv.
Then they get up for a snack at 11.
then they go to bed at 2.
I'm guessing it has a lot to do with my dad just conforming to mom's schedule. She had a gastric bypass a couple years ago and eats tiny meals throughout the day. She does zumba religiously. She wants me to do zumba.
Fuck zumba.
Anyway.
I am living with my parents.
They have dial-up.
I have acquired the means to tether my cell phone for personal internet, and it's lousy 2G is still faster than the century-old switchbox-laden birdperch around these parts, but the signal is still mega-sketchy. Not enough towers in the area to serve the pocket of rural area only a couple miles from an Air Force base. Apparently the ground is too complex to run cable and the demand isn't high enough. Rural Wi-fi is out of the question because of trees? DSL is apparently unobtainable here. And Satellite internet is a fucking rip-off with retarded download limits and sketchy service. I travel 3 miles up the road and a little subdivision has Charter. Ghey.
Don't expect to see me around for a bit. Just cleaning up some shit here before I head to Nashville, most likely.
Will probably be spending a bit of time around redfernsandroses and fresa before we all end up leaving the area. I'm calling an attorney tomorrow to clean up divorce and legal issues. I can pay the lawyer cash at this point. My ex is down for any fair agreement, but I have the sneaking suspicion I'm going to get dicked into paying a retainer, which is something I can't afford...
And I couldn't get a loan from a bank for a retainer fee, considering I just did a short sale on a house and my credit is wrecked.
meh. We'll see what happens, no sense stressing.
I'm relaxing and enjoying the country and isolation.
But I get bouts of stir-craziness.
I see alcohol becoming a problem again if I don't get enough social contact. My parents aren't enablers per se, but they certainly don't discourage much of anything I do as long as I'm not being retarded.
Which is also strange. Because the last time I was living with them I was still a teenager and they rode my ass.
Now I'm an adult and they actually treat me like one - which is exactly the opposite of what I expected when I found I'd have to move back in.
My parents are silly. They fall asleep about 10:00 on the couch/chair watching tv.
Then they get up for a snack at 11.
then they go to bed at 2.
I'm guessing it has a lot to do with my dad just conforming to mom's schedule. She had a gastric bypass a couple years ago and eats tiny meals throughout the day. She does zumba religiously. She wants me to do zumba.
Fuck zumba.
Anyway.
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mizoo:
haha you should do zumba!
chelsi:
<3 luzz yew.