Spring Forward, Fall Backdown

So there's this nasty little rumor going about that certain people with whom I am acquainted were leaked this information/address of this blog. I am currently pondering the ways in which to punish the "leaker" of the information.

I think my fondness for Frou Frou is increasing...

The hunt for an apartment in Victoria is getting more and more lame. We've "narrowed" (or potentially expanded) our living choices to (a) Victoria, (b) Nelson, (c) Vancouver. The most compatible between the two of us is Nelson. Sean's not big on Victoria (his feelings are the only reason to stay here is for the mild winters) and I'm not big on Vancouver at the moment, because like Victoria, that would mean no money. It seems lots of folks we know are contemplating the move back to the 'Koots.' Could be great summer fun? We'll see. It means no job for me, another crap apartment search, and a potential living at Sean's parents house senario. My parents (well, my mom) seems quite concerned that I wouldn't be able to get a job in Nelson. But! Come'on! I'm cute (maybe) and I'm a hard worker... and I'm a goddamn assistant manager at Naturalizer shoes. Who wouldn't want me working for them?

*sigh*

I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish I was the angle that fits into that groove

On a Monday, I am waiting...

Damn that Ashlee Simpson show.

It's funny how "being home early" has such different meanings to different people. Personally I feel that being home early designates prior to 12am. Apparently not to everyone though. When I was younger, I suppose being home early meant pre-2am, but now that I'm an old woman, I need more sleep.

Nobody Loves Kitties Anymore

Victoria is lame. Everywhere here is so prejudiced against cats. There are almost no listings in the paper that will accept cats! WTF? Stupid anti-cat people. My cat is so well behaved - doesn't climb on counters or anything. It seems so cruel to deny people that can't afford a house a pet.

Fuckers.

Special Kitty Day

Today is the day I go to the vet to find out what's wrong with my cat. I feel bad that I've let her "symptoms" last for a week and haven't done anything about it. Hopefully it won't be anything serious - because I can't afford that. It could be something just as minor as fleas (here's hoping - although I have been checking for fleas fairly regularly).

I'm getting fairly anxious about our living situation. Sean is supposed to be phoning places - but he hasn't and it's stressing me out. There are hardly any places in the paper that allow cats and if we don't get on them early then I doubt we'll find one. Or when we do, it will be way way out of our price range.

I am so tired of worrying about money - but nothing I do seems to help. It would be nice if Sean had a job and if I made more money.. and .... yeah. So I didn't have to worry about it.

Sigh.