Just got a letter from my landlords letting me know that my rent is going up $150 a month. Motherfuckers. I've been in this house for four years, settled in, been a kickass tenant...but I suppose that greed gets the better of people eventually. I kept hoping that I might be able to hang in here until I could possibly qualify for a home loan--which is probably a virtual impossibility. See, I bought my education instead of a house...seemed like the best decision at the time. Now that I write out loan checks for the equivalent of a hefty mortgage payment to Sallie Mae (the evil empire to end all evil empires), along with my already incredibly high rent--I wonder sometimes if it wouldn't have been better to have been a hairdresser or a waitress, any fucking occupation that I wouldn't have to pay more than I earn to practice. So...time to start packing...again.
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I once had a landlord who used to come into my house when I wasn't there and go through my underwear drawer...ick! I seriously considered the suggestion of a friend to leave a few dead fish inside the walls when I left there. I still sometimes wish I had! I figure that they'll lose the "increase" just in the time it takes to find new tenants once I leave (after giving the bare minimum notice to ensure that the house lays vacant for a month). ; )
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