Christmas is officially off

I know what's got my hackles up. And it isn't (just) because Seth hasn't even bothered to send me a text wondering why I called three times in the past 12 hours.

I canceled Christmas. 

Well. Not the actual birth of Christ. That one's out of my hands, thank goodness. 

I can't afford to buy milk this month. Which means I certainly can't afford Christmas. Just one of the joys of being young and only a few years out of college in today's world. 

For the record I would like to state that it's not exclusively me that's putting the "Bah humbug!" on repeat this year. It's my old apartment company (Shoreline Real Estate if you want to name the devil) that's taking the cheer out of my egg nog. 

As in making me pay rent through March.

While the ants and the wasps and the uncontrollable heat and the increasingly aggressive homeless people in the neighborhood were a deciding factor in my abrupt move to the 'burbs, that wasn't the chief reason I hauled booty out of downtown.

It was the exorbitant cost of living downtown.

Perhaps my line of thinking for paying $851 a month (not including gas and food) just to live is a bit out of line. I mean, who wouldn't want to live in a single room apartment for that sum of money a month? And even more lucky-- I got to share it with ants! And the occasional wasp. And on really really lucky days, some drunk and disorderly man that would sneak into the building.

That-- is why I moved to the 'burbs.

But my former landlord doesn't understand that. Like a bad ex-boyfriend they instead want to torture me in every way possible. Because of course my already more than tight budget has room to pay two rents for the next four months. 

Anyone got any exorcism techniques I can use to get rid of this mean spirit?