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WHY IS APARTMENT HUNTING IN DENVER SO STRESSFUL?!

Also, why does every apartment claim to be over 600 - 650 square feet, then appear in person to be approximately 500 - 525, with alternate listings that back that assessment up, leaving everything a mystery, and also, someone is already up your ass trying to take the place before you can make a decision.

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Tuesday: The Day I Go Bananas Every Week since April 1.

Because I am going so nuts at work, I cannot stop myself in my personal life and am going hard in every direction.

Today after work I finally pulled the trigger and threw down a security deposit on an apartment. Then I went to yin yoga and all I thought about was:

Is my stuff really going to fit?
How am I going to feel seeing my desk all the time?
Isn’t the sliding wall kind of weird?
Will Mitch like the apartment?
Is it too small?
Is the bathroom kind of too dark?
Is the Starbucks REALLY close enough?
What if I waited and found outdoor space?

And then checked my work email as soon as I was done and had MORE BAD NEWS and damnit working with East Coast AND West Coast people and being on call for both is impossible and I was like EFF NO these projects will never end / launch and I have a million errands and doctor appointments and life and when does it all end and also travel for work and people visiting but all of this was a very zen meltdown with only a hint of tears and my friend was like oh jesus you need a hug and go eat some dinner.

So THEN I put in the follow-up application for the apartment, and that was not enough for me. No, I had to also search for other units in the building, see that they all seemed to be approximately 50 - 80 square feet LESS than this unit purports to be, and then send the property guy an email including that link and asking if that apartment was REALLY that big and if not, we may need to discuss a rent adjustment.

Did I just psycho myself out of a place? Or do something really smart JUST in case? I don’t know anymore you guys. Can I party yet? No?

In my generation, it was difficult to know that you could take control of your own life. You thought your husband and children were supposed to dictate your life. Now I see young women who feel they have to be a total success by 30, which is very different. And both things are equally wrong.

Gloria Steinem (via clarajudgypants)

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So, again, here’s what I say to anyone who needs to hear it: let’s get together, knock a few back, have an entertaining conversation about literature or human nature or something hilarious one of us saw on TV. But here’s the thing: the moment you start talking about the tits of the woman at the end of the bar, or referring to grown-ups as “chicks” or start getting me confused with your mother, that’s the moment I move on. Not because I’m offended or uptight or a bitch, but because I’m bored. Get interesting (and perhaps help shift our cultural consciousness at the same time), or get out of the way.

Women Are Bitches - The Rumpus.net (via leahj)

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Saturday Night Live: Kanye West: New Slaves →

Is it weird that I’m pretty into this? He’s crazy, but he’s got talent. I like the whole thing happening.

Putting in a lot, only to end up with nothing to show for it, is just too awful for most of us to seriously consider. The problem is one of focus. We worry far too much about what we’ll lose if we just move on, instead of focusing on the costs of not moving on: more wasted time and effort, more unhappiness, and more missed opportunities.

The Atlantic: How to Walk Away (via spareunderthemattt)

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Nice Little Saturday

Today I woke up at 11:30! 11:30! I was in bed for almost 12 hours (save for a mild anxiety event at 1am. I’m fine), which is crazytown. But I seriously needed it! Although, I was still Cranky As Fuck until 1:30 when I had my coffee. Maybe a little hungover too…

Despite my slow start, I managed to wear a cute outfit (burning myself in the process - do not steam your shirt while you’re wearing it. Pro tip.), run to Target, and watch the Preakness and the Knicks game out with friends (R.I.P.).

I ALSO acted like a boss relating to a boy I met and got along with, and I’m quite proud of myself. We’ll see what happens!

Did someone from tumblr just beep at me because Mitch is internet famous? Or did I alienate someone I know in Denver? OR do I look like someone else with a similar dog?

This made me laugh on a busy, crazy Friday.

Coworker whose ftp I use: omg these people think i'm your file sending assistant
Me: they totally do lol
i'm like, no i have to do ALL of this
Coworker: omg i am mortified
they think i'm a file sending monkey
!

emmagrose:
Just going to leave this here.
Mo Money Mo Problems was on the radio first thing this morning.
I’m still dying, but it’s Friday!

Reblogged because:
This has become a Diddy blog.
It is FRIDAY indeed, emmagrose!
Mo Money Mo Problem fo’ sho’
Sweet ass dance moves in a red garbage bag jumpsuit

emmagrose:

Just going to leave this here.

Mo Money Mo Problems was on the radio first thing this morning.

I’m still dying, but it’s Friday!

Reblogged because:

This has become a Diddy blog.
It is FRIDAY indeed, emmagrose!
Mo Money Mo Problem fo’ sho’
Sweet ass dance moves in a red garbage bag jumpsuit