I've been saying I wanted to start a blog for a few years now. I've just always been hesitant because I find it incredible narcissistic to think that their were a lot of people out there that wanted to hear my thoughts. But you will, trust me.
My life was much more exciting/hysterical/embarrasing before I moved to Atlanta and settled in with my boyfriend and dogs (think Tucker Max but less offensive and I never shit my pants) but once I settled into stability I decided to put the Kabosh on the whole thing.
Well here I am now, two years later, single again, sitting at work and scowering the internet for a new place to live. Which has proven far more difficult than I had imagined due to the high standard of living I've been accustomed to.
Criteria: Hard wood floors, pet friendly (note the two cavalier king charles I will accrue in the "divorce"), New Appliances, a second bedroom for the home gym and treadmill I purchased last year, and granite countertops in my kitchen because anything else just isnt me.
I think what normal adults would do in a situation like this is draft up a spreadsheet with all of their potential outgoing payments, and compare it against their monthly income, and then determine what is left to spend on living expenses and partying. However, I am choosing to deliberately forgo the spreadsheet option as I figure what other way to head into single life than being irresponsible and just hoping I can figure out a way to make the payments. And if all goes to shit, we know I can just get a job at the Pink Pony.
As my Thursday wraps up and my weekend should be beginning (I'm off to New York), I'm no closer to finding a suitable apartment, I'm late to the airport and if it hasnt been a tough enough week I havent been upgraded to first class. Doesnt look like the free booze in first class is going to start my weekend off right.
