You guys, I might be about to buy a house. And when I say might be, I mean, if all 13 estates (no joke) get taken care of (my legal term) and the title gets cleared and out of court and into my mortgage lender's office next week the way they are supposed to, then I will be. And when I say house, I mean a two-family, 3,700 square foot grand old 1880s home. In Boston. WTF.
Fixing it up (and renting one floor out) with the boyfriend will be an investment in either of my futures, the Romney one, where we are on our own and the earth is scorched and our yard has an oil rig and fracking well in it and we are forced to go to church. Or the Obama one where WE ARE ALL STANDING IN BREAD LINES WITHOUT GUNS WHILE WOMEN HAVE ABORTIONS!!! I am so sick of politics right now and most everyone on either side (just kidding it's all the right) is making me question mankind and I am seriously bummed out to the point where I can't even watch J-Stew because he's not funny, he's just right, and how depressing is it when all you want to do is make more and more money and pay less tax on it simply BECAUSE YOU CAN and you don't even know that poor people exist because your "help" makes six figures (actually they probably make less than minimum wage) and you can get a bunch of blue collar voters who make $50k a year to go along with you just by saying the word GOD a lot. Where are the happy pills? Does Romney's plan make those more affordable? Funny, when he was Mass. governor, it did. But for 'Merica? NO.
Anyhow, the house. It's an investment and will be a huge project and I can't wait to start ripping that linoleum off the floor. There's a great basement for when we have to store canned food and hide from the nuclear holocaust. Stay tuned. Sorry 'bout the rant.
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