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Gotta Move

Time waits for no man -- or woman, in this case. No matter what blows life deals us, we still have to keep it moving. As I struggle to come to terms with Granny's death, I realize that I have to move out of my apartment. Why, you ask? Because my meager budget just won't allow me to keep paying this exorbitant rent.

Of course, in defense of the rent, I have to say that I knew it could be a strain when I first got this place. It was just that I loved the space. Being fresh off the plane from New York, it looked like I was moving into a vast estate. If you've ever seen New York apartments, you know what I'm saying. LOL Anyway, I fell in love with the place, and I thought that I'd be able to afford it once I got my dream job.

Fast forward to now. The dream job I was looking for has yet to be found, and I'm struggling to re-introduce my ends. The last thing I need to pay -- in addition to a car note, insurance, gas, and food -- is a grip of rent. Hence the reason I'm searching for a new living situation. Times have gotten so bad that I'm considering a roommate.

For those of you who are new to the world of this diva, a roommate is one of the many things I said I would NOT do. However, Los Angeles has changed my mind. If I want to live in the manner to which I'm accustomed, I'm gonna have to make some sacrifices. Besides, it's not like I'm doing so many things that require me to live alone -- like having sex (but that's another discussion for another day) -- so I'm good. Also, I think it'll give me the opportunity to meet some really cool people.

Pray for me...

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