My anger level is an ELEVEN! My fury burns with the fiery hot passion of a million suns. I fart in their general direction. Their mothers were hamsters and fathers smelt of elderberries. I hope they all wake up tomorrow with their faces sewn to the carpet. GARRRRRGGGGHHHHH! I had to call Tampa Electric this [...]
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The one where my birthday sucks
Dear 35th year, You are not off to what most people would refer to as “a good start”. In fact, some might say you’re a looking a little scary right now. I had enough issues with the fact that it was the 35th birthday, but I got over it and even decided to celebrate it…even [...]
and the house goes to….(guess who watched the Golden Globes last night)
Guess who’s going to be the owner of a beautiful Barbie Dream House (no, not the Barbie meth house) in Georgia?? Do you want to know? Do you REALLY want to know? So do we. Contract FAIL. NO no no, they didn’t reject it…we just don’t have an answer yet. The seller’s broker’s dad went [...]
Making anxiety cool since 1974
I would love to be posting something that even resembles a post about something…but alas, I cannot. Why can I cannot? <– like that sentence structure? Total brain fart, but I’m leaving it. Because (1) it’s almost 3 AM when I’m writing this and (2) we just made an offer on the Barbie dream home! [...]
Moving isn’t for the faint of heart
Friday night, Peter and I dragged our tired, frustrated carcasses back into the apartment he keeps in Alabama. An afternoon of scoping houses had turned futile and we found ourselves in a Mexican standoff. I’d fallen in love with a gorgeous house full of natural light, sprawling open space and a kitchen to die for. [...]
