First --> Everyone go check out the 16th Patients For a Moment (PFAM) Blog Carnival over at Oh My Aches and Pains! where my article on Love and Chronic Illness was featured!
I am annoyed though.
Being as I make less than a stellar amount of money, most of the costs get thrown to Jon and my mother. As a result, we live in a well-priced two-bedroom apartment, just not in the best part of town (although it is PEI, the ghetto here is like sunshine and lollipop land in some areas).
We have a drug dealer upstairs. As a result we have a TON of foot traffic in the building. Also a lot of noise, yelling, threats, banging, and the like. Jon and I went to get groceries the other day and there was VOMIT all over the stairs and floor. GROSS. I mean I puke all the time, but at least I am nice enough not to do it on the staircase.
Things are also not to be left in our car, due to the fact that we catch people peering in. Cops have made multiple visits to the building, and sadly, I even moved from one side over to the other and still have managed to go from living on top of one drug dealer to living below another. Obviously, we just win at moving.
I am dreaming of the day we save up enough money to get a place of our own! Anyone else have any neighbour/roommate horror stories??
I watched The Young Victoria yesterday. It was an interesting period piece of an absolutely fascinating and strong woman. Plus, it was just candy-coated prettiness! I recommend for some lazy afternoon/evening.
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I wish I got to dress like this everyday. I also am feeling regret for chopping off all my hair :(