Rant Rant Rant

The flat has fallen thro. The balcony doesn't have a building permit, or any warranty insurance, and the conveyancer says it will be a bitch to re-sell. So. Its over. Before it began.
I cannot even belive this has happened again, and in the same week that K's car burnt to the wheels in Toorak. What an absence of luck surrounds me. It is unfuckingcanny, is what it is.
I had just, just, just started loving the idea of moving - I've been looking at the dustiness, and darkness, and the backyard full of leaves, and thinking, its OK. I'm moving. Thats the stuff that I put up with, because of the location of my place. Smackbang in the middle of Fitzroy. Bit of muck and dust and leaves and gloom is a small price to pay. The new place had a huge balcony, and was full of light. I was looking forward to that.

I hate that I have to rewind and pause and re-set the clock on my brain. I feel CHEATED. Fucking bastard fucker Andy Tang, Sweeneys Real Estate, Footscray, is a fucker and should be sacked or tarred and feathered, better. The lying bitch.

posted by Annie B @ 3:38 PM