I fucking hate my real estate woman and I'm going to have to deal with her for at least another year. First she promises my apartment is available "now" and that it is "Empty" meaning no tenants. Then she tells us it's available on the 20th. Then sh…
I has home on Thursday! *DOES DANCE*
and it's in the same building as my friend which means I can still try and pick up the hot guy that lives on the higher floors. w00000t.
Fuck, lolcats are the greatest thing in the history of the Universe. If I were on my computer right now I'd post my faves. I'll put it on my list of things To Do when I get my apartment.
I probably have but I've tried to repress that memory.
Have you ever dreaded a phone call so much you tried to busy yourself cleaning the house or doing something equally as awful?
I tried to call the boss but i got voicemail and he left me a msg to tell me he'd call me when he got home from where he is and i'm stressing. I know I need to get out of this job before i'm in too deep but I feel so bad saying no to or disappointin…
I'd rather jump when touched? Unless the people speaking to me were awful and I wanted to slap them.
Would you rather have a 10kg tumour hanging off your hip, or have lunch with George W?