Uprooted from my lodgings....

Well, it looks like I may need to find a new place to move to. Was it because of the previous incident? No, not at all, in fact even though someone got a cap busted in their ass on my staircase leaving behind a spectacular display that made the cop escorting me upstairs warn me rather unnecessarily "Please ma'am, try not to step in the blood," I could see myself living here for a bit longer.

The weird thing is I like telling people that if I had come home 30 minues to an hour earlier there was a pretty good I would've run into whatever was going on and who knows, I could've gotten shot or something too. Even weirder is I'm not really horrified by this in anyway (though the people I'm telling it to think it's just wrong and morbid that I say this with nothing more than a shrug).

It's actually a lot of little things that had me contemplating about finding a new place this summer. That was kind of the plan actually. The whole attempted murder business was just one more reason in the "Yea, I guess moving out is a pretty good idea" conclusion.

But of course trying to find a place to live in New York is its own level of hell that even Dante himself did not think to write about. I think it's the level of hell where those who dared to think they can survive in New York making less than 35,000 a year are condemned to...I'm not sure what part of Christianity would call this a sin, but I'm guessing it's a combination of pride and dabbling in fortune telling and sorcery or something. On top of that there are a some other things kind of complicating the whole moving out situation more than it has to be which is just stressing me out.

Anyhow, tried to go see two places today, and well...let's just not talk about that. I really don't look forward to looking for places. I mean, I'm lucky in that I don't have to leave or something like that at the end of the month, but oh well. We'll see how this works out.

Honestly, the only thing I really need now is someone to vent to about this, but I can't call family because I don't want them all freaking out on me. Then again, I feel bad about bothering people with my problems anyway.

I'm already hitting Craigslist, but if any of y'all out there know of any possible living situations, holler at your girl.