Wear my black "fatpants" (the only non-jeans I have that fit me, I don't like dresses or skirts) that are like huge sails flapping on my legs with an elastic band ...and they don't go nice with anything else I have, top-wise. Bleah. And makeup. And shit like that. And I'll be all "fake-nice" so hard my jaw will ache when I get out from all the forced 'AH HA HA HA HA, that is so amusing' laughs and bullshit smiling I do.
...did I mention I hate people? x3
So anyway. I didn't want this to be a bitchfest, but that's what's gonna happen. I may like the guy. But I hate meeting people now that I'm fat. >_> If we get good news I won't give a shit, though. I hope we can. He said there are several Government Programs we might be able to take advantage of - we have low income and we're first-time buyers.
I hope to GOD that he doesn't mean crap-housing in bad neighborhoods. I won't live in a shithole.


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Where we live
"...does anyone speak Spanish here?" "Nope." I
respond, wishing I could punch them in the face and shout "WE LIVE IN AMERICA, OF COURSE WE DON'T SPEAK SPANISH HERE!!"
