High Ho the Dairy O, A Mortgage Payment's On The Way...Hey!

I try to begin each post with the word "so." Don't ask me why. It is my train of thought I suppose. I think with the initial thought being "so....*enterextremelythoughtfulquery*"

Now then. The root of this post, I'm sick of living with people and paying them rent for a place which I hardly reside and can not intelligently be referred to as a roommate as I should be referred to as, "that girlfriend who pays rent for no reason and lives at her boyfriend's place." It seems so college-esque. Only in college I was not really paying rent, the government paid it with the promise that one day I would pay them back...for the rest of my life. Then it didn't seem so bad because I had tons of free money for spring break, beer and of course college books. I don't want to get into that insurmountable amount of debt and the ensuing degree received etc. etc.

Because I'm in love with the man in my life and know we will one day be united in that holy matrimonial state where you give up autonomy and remain forever unified at the hip and stuff. And the fact that neither one of us is gratified about throwing money to the housing hounds of hell, it is time to think about house hunting. dahn dahn daaaahn!

We are very excited and gung ho for sho! The frightening thing is the actual mortgage and being a grown up and actually paying for stuff that isn't eaten in the next week. Things like fur-ni-ture and a-pp-li-ances! I guess I am 27 years old so I can absolutely envision these things but actually paying for them is a different story. Therein lies the question begged, how do you pay for all this stuff? Oh Uncle Sam....more money please! Uncle Sam should be designated as my sugar daddy. Too bad he eventually wants the money back. What a downer!

The reality of the situation is that I cannot wait to share something so wonderful as our first house. It makes me smile.

I will have more updates as the hunt begins! Stay tuned! ha!

Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Program

I had my first post in like 10 months all planned out one night while falling asleep. It was going to be creative, thoughtful and full of 10 cent words. I created each line of text in my brain with zeal and intensity. Only to get on blogger and realize all but one of my post's beloved comments vanished. I look like a total loser now, not that that has ever mattered but dude! Comments are the best! So whatever, I'm kinda over it.

Hi! It's me Dominique! I was dabbling in scholastic activities when we last met. Well I'm done dabbling until I can figure out what the hell I want to do with my life. It is tough out there! I did very well in my physics class...who knew the brain has the capability of bouncing right back on that bike to administer those wheelies like from when you were a tyke? I didn't until I kept getting A's on stuff. I'm such a freaking nerd. I'm a closet nerd though. I'm that total brat that makes fun of everyone in class, even the professor! I do it for the laughs though. Then I go home and study. I'm one of those people that doesn't fail. But lets not dig too deep into the quintessence of myself. It will get ugly.

Now that I'm actually typing, do you think I can remember what it was that I was so eloquently putting together as a rough draft that fateful night while drifting to sleep. Hell no. It was good too. I should've written it down. I always do that! Do you ever wake up from a dream like, what the fu...?! I need to remember that one!! Then you proceed to not only NOT write it down but think of it later to know only that you forgot totally what the damn dream was about thus ruining the next five minutes. After those five minutes, you are back to whatever it was you were doing. Nonetheless, it seems to be a recurring 5 minutes at least once a week for me.

It is snowing outside. Hard. I can hear the wind too. It is knarley out there.

My flipping eyes hurt so I'm out! I'll be around sooner than later. No worries kiddies!

Where did all my fucking comments go?

Granted I get no points for being in attendance but what the fuck? Why go and steal my comments away? *sniffsniff* I'm in a vulnerable state right now. Dude I'm listening to Guns N Roses November Rain, need I say more?