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As most of you know, for the last almost four months my formerly-beloved apartment has been battling the most righteous case of bedbugs Iapos;ve ever seen. Weapos;ve done absolutely everything you are supposed to do, for months, over and over... Been living out of trash bags, done fifty thousand loads of laundry, coated our space with every kind of poison you can imagine, called in a special exterminator six different times and the fuckers still wonapos;t leave. As it was already standing, 2008 had been a major challenge year for me, and while most of the time I do my best to recognize it as such/grit my teeth through it/know Iapos;ll be the better for it, this extended home-wrecking mindfuck threatens to break me, and has definitely trashed my desire to stay here. Remember all those times I was like apos;OMG I LOVE MY APARTMENT SO MUCH NOTHING WILL EVER MAKE ME LEAVE EVERapos;? Welcome to it, folks. Iapos;ve had so many breaking points since we first discovered the fuckers itapos;s like almost laughable. Iapos;m like clockwork, falling apart every three to four days at a different person. God bless my amazing friends for helping me get this far. But Phoenix is already moving out, and Meg and I are likely not far behind. I decided this weekend on the bus up to Boston that my next step was to get rid of everything I own -- save the bookshelf my dad made me, a couple of books, clothes, laptop, my guitar and my drum. Most of my furniture was dumpstered anyway, and I can do without all of it. It remains to be seen whether Iapos;ll risk breaking my lease (which ends January 31st) or not, but at the latest, by that point, Iapos;m out of here. Which makes me so bummed out I canapos;t even process it, I just have to go.

SO. Iapos;m posting to ask if anyone has

a) possession of a hatchet, for getting out some serious aggression on my wooden furniture
b) knowledge of a STUDIO apartment for under $650 where I can live and bring my cat

I honestly donapos;t care if I end up in Queens or whatever. Proximity isnapos;t a priority right now; of utmost importance is the preservation of my badly-eroding sanity. I so desperately need to live by myself, with some plastic and steel furniture and the kitty, and not have to deal with anybody else. It probably sounds dramatic, and I know I have a penchant for such things, but honestly, it is that bad.

Anyone feel free to let me know if you have leads/thoughts/whatever.

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