Colorful and hopefully optimistic but maybe hateful occasionally

[bellbird]

So maybe I will call and just say that I wanted to move out and I want financial advice.

I think this sounds like a good starting point :)

 

[littleoc]

I decided to calm myself with a movie. Bad idea. My movies are all gone. Just everywhere. All over the house. I guess my mom wanted them. Cool.

Found a bunch in the f*cking kitchen covered in rice. I don't even know.

 

[littleoc]

Cooked rice. So yeah. Toxic movies.

 

[bellbird]

:hug: :hug:
Are you able to watch things on YouTube instead?

 

[littleoc]

Plan:

• get license, even if it takes extra steps
• apply for work around town
• make money
• call grandparents for financial advice
• use that info to get an apartment or (if paycheck is reasonable) a mortgage for a lil place
  • be realistic though
  • literally anywhere you can train your next service dog, because you are now years behind schedule thanks to this f*cking dump of a house and fear of losing your current dog DESPITE making this clear to my mom over and over and over

Is that too simple?

 

[littleoc]

I have moved out before. The main issue I had was a lack of transportation. So surely I won't have to move back after that?

I was reliant on my mom a lot though. Couldn't afford food most days after my university meal plan ended. Though they let me get free food a couple of times, that was nice. But my rent was on;y 375$ for three months before Nestle tore her tendon so I rented a house for her sake.

Than did TOTALLY fine moving out and in and out and in for five years until I had to move back here twice. And my mom keeps saying weird shit like "oh, are you trying to get away from me?" and I know she's teasing, but, yes. I can't take this lifestyle. It's killing me. I need a new service dog and now there's going to be an especially awkward transition I guess? Too bad I couldn't f*cking heal properly or maybe I wouldn't need a service dog. Ugh.

 

[littleoc]

My mom didn't call to say she was coming my way until after the stores were closed. So, it's still just you and I, bra I outgrew last year. Haha.

 

[littleoc]

My bird's tail bob got worse again, and her poo is back to green. I suppose there isn't much I can do but support her. She's hanging out on her heated perch. That's good enough.

Except it's not the subtle bob. Man. She probably needs more antibiotics?

Must he her entire history catching up with her, I guess. Because supposedly she wasn't getting sick with any other handler, despite me finding her sick with all three of them. I shouldn't have trusted anyone. This poor bird. At least she still looks better. That's a great sign. And she's standing straight again, which means her osteoporosis must have improved.

 

[littleoc]

Kind of interesting, now that I think about it, that Dove and I have both developed lung problems since moving in here....

 

[somerandomguy]

That can't be a coincidence.

 

[littleoc]

I guess @Freida was right about the mold, then? Unless it's something else. The living room has a biohazard hidden under the table. Could be causing more significant harm than I thought. Plus, mold doesn't mind growing on feces, so it might be a combination of things at this point.

My dad used to use my bedroom to store SO MANY animals (so many rodents...) at one point, and cleaning that mess up alone sent me running for an inhaler. I even moved Dove to a different room when I was doing that.

 

[littleoc]

Poor Nestle, no wonder she's been coughing until she gags. She's shorter on four legs, her nose is probably right on it... when I crouch down in the hallway to say hi to her I always get a whiff...

Man, my mom thinks spending money to get this place clean is bad, wait until she hears she is going to require the biohazard team. You couldn't sell this house in this state.