thanks a lot asshole (the end of an era).

so last week, i got a call from my landlord. apparently, someone called the city of lodi and made a complaint about my apartment. i've been renting out the basement of my friend's mom's house for the last 8 years. i've had a few different roommates over the years. my current roommate is my brother dan. it's a strictly cash arrangement. as far as anyone else is concerned, it's not a rental.

so today, the fire marshall came to our place, and deemed it unliveable. it is ok as a hangout, but not an apartment. they are coming back on thursday morning and we have to have our beds gone by then. we can "hang out" down there as much as we want, but we are not allowed to sleep there. but we can have futons down there. go fucking figure. bottom line, i'm gonna have to buy and sleep on a futon until i figure something out.

this sucks on so many different levels. my main goal at this point in my life is to buy a condo or a house and have my own place. i figured i could stick it out at this place til about the end of next year, and i would have enough saved to put a nice down payment on a place and furnish it. i just cleaned out my savings to put a down payment on my new car, so at the moment i'm just about broke. i figured i could spend it, since my rent was so cheap and then just save from now until the end of next year. but now i'm pretty fucked. now i need to find a new place to live. i am not going to pay rent to sleep on a god damn futon.

so instead of paying cheap rent and saving money, i'm gonna have to pay probably double in rent of what i'm paying now and all my plans of owning a place are getting flushed down the toilet for at least another few years. all because some asshole decided to call the city and complain. i really wish the worst possible fate on this person. i really wish they would get hit by a bus and struck with cancer all in the same instant. i don't fuck with anyone. and my life is totally fucked right now. i'm being forced out of a place that i've called home for almost a decade. and i've been wanting to leave, but on my own fucking terms. and when i was ready to make a smart investment.

nothing really ever bothers me. but this shit is stressing me the fuck out. i mean i just bought a new car. i have been trying so hard to get my life on track. i got myself out of debt. i finally have pretty decent credit. i've been working full time and constantly improving on my design skills, all while juggling a healthy social life. and in one shot, some anonymous piece of shit has taken a major shit on my life for no fucking reason. i might even have to pick up a second job to cover the added costs of a new place and still be able to move towards my goals.

i gathered up some flicks of crazy times and great people that have made my apartment such an awesome place. i appreciate and love all my friends. and i thank everyone for all the good times that we've had.