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  <title>KayeKitty's Korner</title>
  <subtitle>Somewhere in the Sunbelt</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-08-18T06:51:17Z</updated>
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    <title>When it rains, it pours</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-18T06:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blarg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the car's gone.  My cousin 'repo'd' it, or rather, I took it to his house, left it in his driveway and walked off.   I was so mad/upset/whatever that I was going to walk home.  (honest truth, I think a tiny part of me *wanted* to just drop dead, just so it would be on my cousin's 'record', if you know what I mean)   But I'm not truly suicidal, after about 6 blocks in the noontime heat, I wandered into a vet's office that was conveniently placed and called a cab, and got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough, when I got home, we had a visit from the new "owners" of the apartments (I'd not even heard there WERE new ones) and they wanted to inspect the property.  AGAIN.  We barely squeak by, on a really good day, on inspections.   There are four people in an apartment that's really too small for 2 people, no matter what they say.  It's always junked up, even if we clean it diligently (which we aren't really good at, to start)   So NOW, after a girl quit at the place I work, leaving us in a bind, and my cousin showing his posterior and taking the car (that they *gave* me) back, now we have that inspection thing--"If we don't like what we see, we kick you out"--hanging over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, this is more than enough.   If you want to know why you've not heard from me here, in a while, this might have something to do with it.  I've been so down, I don't really even feel like complaining---takes too much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that everything in the past few weeks has been terrible, far from it, but *right now* it's just minor hell.  (ask me in a few days to see if it graduated to "Major Hell" or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid this situation has put more than a few stumbling blocks on relationships in my life.  For good or ill, how I feel, treat and see some people who were once rather important in my life for a long time, has been affected in a seriously negative way.  (translation:  I think some people are out of my life now, maybe for good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got roommates who are going to have to walk to and from work, until we save up for a new (used, of course) car.  Everyone knows how much that will be.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an elderly aunt whom I love, (even if she's become something of a handful) for whom I was still running errands, who will miss me, who is breaking her heart out because she can't understand what's going on here.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardship on my friends and the hurt it's caused my aunt is what I find unforgivable, and I blame more people than just myself, although I know I've got my part in it, too.   (Never fear, I don't come out smelling like roses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I keep going here, I'll get into the whole "Love/Hate" retoric, and I don't have the energy for it right now.   But if I thought it would do any good whatsoever, I could Really HATE some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out for now, I hope everyone else out there is having a MUCH better time of it, than this.</content>
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