I was just going through my lease for this apartment, making sure I’m hitting the 60 days notice to vacate on the nose.  And I noticed something horribly disturbing.  The security deposit for this place was $600.  Are you fucking kidding me?  How did I not notice that?  Did I notice that and ignore it?  Oh, this $600 did NOT include the pet deposits of $250 for the first pet and $200 for the second pet.

How did I NOT pay attention to those?  How did they NOT matter to me??  Oh that’s right, I had lots of money when I first moved here so it wasn’t that hard to part with it.  Now that I am hurting for some income, those amounts make me sick to my fucking stomach!

I’m going to be walking this letter to the office in an hour or so.  I’ll take the opportunity to walk the girls while I’m at it.  I also noticed in the lease that I have to give notice by the 24th (tomorrow) and not the 25th like I thought.

I so can’t wait to get out of this place.  I’ve decided that the work on do on the spreadsheets for GB and the money I make from that, whether from the hourly base rate or the 10% commission from sales he makes, will go towards the new apartment.  My income from Avon will also go towards the apartment.  This way I’ll be able to secure the funds for both the deposits and the first months rent.  If I collect that money fast enough, I’d be able to get outta this dump before the lease even expires in October.

I went to bed at midnight last night.  I was up fairly late for me, even on a weekend.  I slept halfway decent, only waking up once when the girls started barking at Big Daddy and Miss Gold Tooth when they left for work this morning.

I’m now going to relax most of the day, walk the girls and take the letter to the office and then do some laundry.  The only other place I need to go is the bank to deposit the money GB gave me last night for some work on the spreadsheets.

Until next time…