Conversation With A Roach

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? You are dead! Why won't you die? Die! Die! Die! I hate you! You are dead! You are in pieces right now, how are you still trying to get away from me?!? Mother-effer..."

~rather angry one-sided conversation with a very resilient roach that I was beating with a broom at the time. In my bedroom.

My family isn't punishing me for breaking up with Tony. Nor are my friends, or his friends, or his family. He's not even punishing me. Everyone's been surprisingly supportive, actually. But, oh, the roaches are most definitely in his camp. And they are exacting a revenge that couldn't have been better planned to torment me.

Ba dum bum

I checked out an apartment today. It is literally two blocks from my place of business. Kind of on the high end of my price range at $675, but could be worth it based on location alone. A little uncertain about safety. I know that moving into the city entails more crime and more money for less, so I just wanted to get out there and start seeing what I can get for what I can afford. The one I saw today is definitely on my radar.
I've decided other than stomping the roaches out as they appear, the only other option I have that's going to make me feel better is to start the process of getting the H up out of there.
So. If any of you few trusty readers (literally, I think there's one of you that doesn't work with me and isn't T's mom) knows of apartments/rentals in the $600 range, let me know. I'm looking to move by October 1, but sooner if I can wriggle out of my lease with constant complaints about the constant flow of roaches that are now making their way through my apartment to their untimely deaths.

Conversation In A Breezeway

"They got some king-size roaches around here."

"Yeah, I know. They even hang out in my apartment!"

Guess which was me? And which was yet another odd lady that lives upstairs? Some things change, some things don't. The roaches are after me. In abundance. And I still hate them.

The Bug

No, not a post about roaches this time, although there was one in the bathroom last night that I thankfully did not see, but it managed to make Tony whimper in fear. I pledged my fealty to him after he zapped it into oblivion with bleach and disposed of it in the toilet.
Ok, this wasn't supposed to be a roach post. So no, the bug I'm referencing here is that bug that gets into me every year about this time. Just as Thanksgiving is coming, short work weeks, a chill in the air (unless you live in Middle Tennessee, where the temperature is still in the 70's...), that space between Thanksgiving and Christmas when there are extra baked goods lying about, and your dedicated work ethic starts to plunge. Off the charts.
I have no enthusiasm. I have no will. I want to sit at my desk and surf the Internet. Or better yet, chat with my co-workers, torture my cubemate with useless chatter. Anything but focus. And drink coffee in an attempt to keep from eating chocolates.
Alas, no bah humbug, although I'm not much into the actual spirit of the holidays. Money is tight after FINALLY getting the car legal. Paying tickets, paying mechanics, repaying friends who toted me around for weeks with gift cards. I feel I'm definitely on the edge of an abyss. How am I going to buy Christmas presents? That's what makes Christmas for me...hmmm.

Pick Your Poison

Well, I guess I didn't do a very good opinion poll before picking these apartments last December. Seems if I had done a better Google search I'd have come up with a few more negative reviews.
But it appears that the reason they sprayed for spiders in the spring was due to a heavy brown recluse infestation. I've hit two or three reviews this afternoon with details about the serious spider problems. We thought they were using "spiders" as a code word for "roaches," but it looks like the spiders are the real problem around here.
So I guess at least roaches aren't poisonous...so maybe we got lucky after all. Ahhh.