Nesting for dragons

so, i recently had the fact that i have officially hit adulthood pointed out for me in a truly blatantly obvious way. i wanted to know how my credit score was doing. as you can see the day started off on a somewhat normal note.

so i called a mortgage lender to ask.

what struck this wild hair up my ass? i have no idea, maybe the idea of being able to borrow a huge sum of money to purchase a box to live in gets my panties all fired up. or perhaps my dark dragon internal clock has determined that since i am never having children i need a super awesome lair to fill with goodies and to lounge around in my undies while occasionally snacking on the remains of adventurers who have decided to attempt to slay me....

so anyway.

i found out i have super awesome credit for someone who is mid twenties, and divorced. (if it ever happens again its because ive been hunted down like a lion on a safari with a tranqued out blow gun by a country boy who will probably chain me by my ankle to an oven due to my cooking skills)...(dammit)

after a surprisingly short conversation i was then told of my pre-approved amount, as well as what i can finance up to. we discussed things like HOAs, fixed rates, wine and what kind of iced mocha coffee tastes best once its warmed to room temperature. long story short- i have a letter that says i can buy a home.

which has started the coolest hunt to find a lair, a batcave, a fortress of solitude, a temple for the soul, a nest, a party place, a crash pad, or... to sum it up. a place that im going to be stuck paying off for a really long time that i can store my shit in and sleep at.

this has also brought a nearly aneurysm inducing panic attack.

insurance? dammit. bills? dammit. HOA? dammit. responsibility? dammit. i have to buy a fridge? dammit. neighbors ill be stuck with for more than a year? dammit. what color do i paint the walls? dammit. how many bedrooms do i want? dammit. i can finally focus on my slightly gay passion of interior design? dammit- the pressure!

what will be awesome is rubbing my nuts on everything contained within my four walls of awesome. im going to make my house my bitch.

i also managed to spell dammit wrong about 12 times while writing this post.