Friday, October 19, 2001
"The state has a legitimate interest in not communicating the message that it approves of the public display of offensive scatological terms on state license plates."
11:07 PM Comment
Yet another reason to move: I was awakened this morning by the sounds of my landlady, well, screaming in ecstasy. Seeing as her teenage son sleeps in the next room, I can't imagine that he slept through the racket if I couldn't downstairs. Ew ew ew.
6:52 PM Comment
Now the house sellers are chasing us. They've offered to drop the price by $10K. Methinks they're just now realizing how large a problem this encroachment issue is.
Wednesday, October 17, 2001
"OH GOD. CAN'T WE JUST BE TOGETHER IN THE BATHROOM? COME ON. JUST LET ME IN THERE WITH YOU. JESUS, I JUST NEED TO BE NEAR YOU."
Good luck Amy, and welcome to the world in advance, Quinn!
You know, people just really unequivocally suck sometimes.
7:23 PM Comment
Good news: The house is ours if we want it.
Bad news: The easement that was disclosed by the seller in the back of the house is not an easement. It's an encroachment. What does this mean? The property illegally extends onto property owned by the Erie and Lackawanna Railroad (now Conrail), and this extension includes part of the garage. Now, it doesn't seem like the railroad is too concerned about the encroachment, but it's possible that they could act to take back their land, which would mean that we'd have to tear down the garage (at our expense) and that it's feasible that a fence could be erected less than five feet from the corner of the house. This, frankly, tanks any good resale value that we might have.
In a nutshell, we're not buying the house. I now return to avoiding my landlady, already in progress.
Tuesday, October 16, 2001
Just got a message from our realtor that the deal for the house that we really wanted (the duplex from last week) may be falling through. They want to know if we're still interested.
Blargh. I just ran into my landlady while I was getting the mail. We're in the process of responding to her last complaint letter, so I just totally didn't want to have to make conversation with her. When she asked me if we got the note, I said "Yes." That was pretty much the end of the conversation.
And now the stereo is on full blast again. I want to MOVE!
I am MOST displeased with this development, and I suspect that Julia and Robin will be as well.
10:22 AM Comment
So unfortunately the stupid Yankees won again last night, thus setting up the potential for their umpteenth entry into the World Series. Dave and I have adopted the Diamondbacks as our playoff team of choice; as Dave said this morning, if the D-backs choke and the Yankees beat the Mariners (featuring ICHIRO!), he'll be in the previously unthinkable position of having to root for the freaking Braves.
"CHILD-FRIENDLY ENDING ASSURES EVERYONE IS RESCUED AND LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER!"
9:32 AM Comment
I managed to sleep for more than eight hours last night, and I actually feel almost human again. Work yesterday was totally insane, and I'm hoping that because I got a lot done yesterday, today will be a little more normally paced.
Monday, October 15, 2001
Angelina Jolie's journal from her trip to Africa representing the United Nations. Not freaky like your usual Jolie news.
8:29 PM Comment
My aforementioned new boyfriend, James Marsters, will be on Politically Incorrect tonight. That is all.
3:12 PM Comment
Sunday, October 14, 2001
So. Tired. Missed the Mole and most of Alias. Baby shower at work tomorrow. Must sleep. More later.
11:34 PM Comment
Copyright 2001 by Heather. Don't make me come over there.
