financial aid and rants and raves

So I put in an offer on the place. The list price is $69,999 and the offer was $60,000. What's funny is the list price began at $74,500. I'll go out on a limb and say some one's taking a bath on the sale, and I am not that person. Even if the potential selling price dips (and I'm sure it will), I have no intentions of selling it. I will say this: the place is tiny. I have a fill sized kitchen, but the "main room" is MAD small. I should probably look at other units, but I like the place and I can always rent it when I move. Moreover, I like the idea of owning this little place, "my place." When I consider it's dimensions, I think of the statically improbable phrase: "love nest." This isn't my favorite Amazon.com SIP, that goes to "visa run" for the obvious reasons (I intend to make many such runs), and the obscure (the SIP engine kicks out the term when you search :Off the Rails...). Still, there's the promise of forbidden passion and intrigue. A love nest is an apartment held in such a manner to hide it's existence from all parties save the two (or more) people using it exclusively for nookie. The strange show "Men" first introduced me to the concept in a very odd, though equally satisfying, episode. This episode may qualify as one of the best examples of unfulfilled potential. The show did not last, but the episode was terrific. The show begins with the focus of the episode missing and may have committed suicide. It turns out he stole from the bank he managed, faked his own death, then ran away with his mistress. The "men" begin to unravel the plot when they find his love nest in Greenwich Village. I'm leaving out the drama of the pain (and recovery) of the family, cleaning up the mess, and the "funeral" where they come not to praise him, but to bury him. Good stuff. If there is a time I can download this episode, I'm all fucking over it. Sometimes I wonder how much I've internalized the episode.

Anyway, the apartment in NYC is similar to what I hope will be my little place. Karl is bummed, and I understand that, but I need to get out of my place and Mamaroneck. What a dump my town has become. It's sad, even depressing, but soon it will not be my problem. C'est la vie? I guess so. I still have much to finalize, and I'll record the work here. the biggest obstacle is the board, of course, though no one else seems concerned. I need to buy more storage containers, and give my place a thorough scrubbing. I'm excited and a little scared. More later.