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I think this is going to be less frequently, chattily updated than my other, cross-posted journals and probably more introspective (read: WHINY), but time will tell, right?
My gate is swinging open
My fence is broken down
My window's staring blindly
Greets the callers with a frown
And I need a place to hide away
When I am feeling blue.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
I've got no friends to turn to
When I am feeling low
I'm lonely sad and empty
Most everywhere I go
I'd like to leave the world behind
And try and start anew.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
All I ever wanted
Was a place to call my own
A place that's quiet and peaceful
Where I can feel so all alone
I've been told this place is heaven
I wonder if it's true.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
But it seems the path to heaven
Is always round the bend
And always in the distance
There's a road that has no end
But I will hope to find it
Before my life is through.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
That's "Nothing Else Will Do" by the Strawbs. It fits pretty well my desire for a place to live in peace. And seriously, I resent the hell out of this forced move, and I resent that I'll have to spend another $100ish a month on increased rent and utilities. I get less than $1000 a month, for fuck's sake! I get less than $20 in food stamps! I won't be able to get the occasional BPAL or trip for sushi or other little morale boosters. I try so hard to do things right, stay out of debt, no kids I can't afford (not that I want kids anyway), no car (not that I drive anyway), all sorts of things to free up a little money for discretionary income/building up a cushion, and now that's going away and I'll be in relentless, cheerless poverty. It's the little joys that make my life liveable, and I'll be losing those. It's not right, it's not fair, I don't know how I'm going to stand it.
My fence is broken down
My window's staring blindly
Greets the callers with a frown
And I need a place to hide away
When I am feeling blue.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
I've got no friends to turn to
When I am feeling low
I'm lonely sad and empty
Most everywhere I go
I'd like to leave the world behind
And try and start anew.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
All I ever wanted
Was a place to call my own
A place that's quiet and peaceful
Where I can feel so all alone
I've been told this place is heaven
I wonder if it's true.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
But it seems the path to heaven
Is always round the bend
And always in the distance
There's a road that has no end
But I will hope to find it
Before my life is through.
Nothing else will do, babe
Nothing else will do.
That's "Nothing Else Will Do" by the Strawbs. It fits pretty well my desire for a place to live in peace. And seriously, I resent the hell out of this forced move, and I resent that I'll have to spend another $100ish a month on increased rent and utilities. I get less than $1000 a month, for fuck's sake! I get less than $20 in food stamps! I won't be able to get the occasional BPAL or trip for sushi or other little morale boosters. I try so hard to do things right, stay out of debt, no kids I can't afford (not that I want kids anyway), no car (not that I drive anyway), all sorts of things to free up a little money for discretionary income/building up a cushion, and now that's going away and I'll be in relentless, cheerless poverty. It's the little joys that make my life liveable, and I'll be losing those. It's not right, it's not fair, I don't know how I'm going to stand it.
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