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So, without regards to the happenings of the last weeks, I have decided that the entire world cant possibly suck. Although I have oft-times been an incurable optimist (the depressing exceptions being this diary), i was becoming concerned about the possibility of it actually being curable. Between having to deal with my douchebag ex-husband, and the mortgage, I was getting a tad worried.
So, for anyone I clued in but did not elaborate to:
1) Ex-heel agreed to allow me to get my daughter back from him (Raine. Not seen since October 03) since he decided to resurface when his girlfriend died unexpectedly, leaving him with Raine and another autistic child (not mine). At the end of the day, the man is remains incorrigible. It was all a ruse to try and trick me into telling him where we lived. Thank god that this September will mark my legal citizenship in the great dirty state, allowing me to obtain a divorce without his consent (at which time, i will be able to petition for custody). Its been almost six years. Get over it. Stop using children as weapons.
2) We were offered a sweetheart deal on a house by the owner who needed to unload it quickly (paid closing costs, gave a $50k gift of equity, sold far below value) and it just so happened to be perfect for us. Roomy, good schools, a two-story detached garage [can i say studio???] etc. Completely remodeled. Too bad, we missed the sub-prime mortgage boom. Could have been approved three months ago, but not now. *sigh* I dont know. It wasnt something we set out to do, but it was an opportunity we were presented with that was too good to pass up. Too bad the mortgage broker could pass us up.
Also, I am aware that it has been quite some time since I updated in such a fashion (you know, a blog), but I am loathe to discontinue my interlude of quasi-prose. It’s just something about the mystery of a crafted line, the anonymity of an adjective.
Oh, I forgot to share my final with anyone. Yes, I failed the class. Not because I cant do the work, but because I lacked the will to do so. I cant stand looking at sub-par designs and being forced to tell someone how to fix it. I am not concieted by any measure, but I feel as if I put effort into a piece, I want to view something that looks to have taken the same amount of time. Call me crazy.
So, here is my final:
(look closely)
So, I suppose it might be obvious that I like image manipulation.