Current location:	My apartment
Current mood:	RAAAAGE!!!
Entry tags:	art, economy, gender

Fuckbuckets...
The ghost of Franz Kafka is hovering over me today, taking a huge, ectoplasmic dump on my head, like some gray, Hungarian pigeon.

It's bad enough to wake up and your stomach has decided that today is a good day to deliver a fucking year's worth of pain. I can handle that.

What I can't handle, however, was the talk with my former landlord. We knew they were crooks, so it goes without saying that we came prepared to the meeting. It was all for naught, however.
Something we definitely weren't prepared for was the fact that they would stoop as low as they did. What they've done pretty much equals forgery. And I have no idea how to counteract it, since they somehow managed to turn it against me. I was given an important paper concerning the canceling of the apartment, signed by one of the landlords. When we presented that paper at today's meeting, however, we were told that the signature was fake, and that we had faked it!! Needless to say, this is all very, very, very bad. It's a very long story, but let's just say that paying 50.000 SEK is the better alternative of the things we can do now.

Honestly I have no idea what to do at this point. I'm getting pissed off at......... well, pretty much everything in the world. Intense RAGE.

Anyway, I'm sure we'll get through it somehow. We've gotten through shit like this before. And besides, it's just money. It could be worse.

And on a brighter note, check out the pic Jenn and I had commissioned! If that's not too damn neat for words, I don't know what is!
Oh, and on another bright note, I told my mom about my thoughts about trying hormone treatment. She took it.... surprisingly well. Just told me to be careful. And wait a while, if I could.
Seriously. How can I not love my parents?