Monday, August 29, 2005

Moving daze

I was totally prepared to be moving out sometime in the next two to three weeks, so I am rather dissatisfied with the Apartment 3 roadblock. Seriously, Lady. I am throwing my money and a one-year lease at you. Could you at least call me back?

Apparently not. It's been a week. I think I'll give up.

Which, by default, means that I will be spending Saturday apartment shopping with Mom again. Oh, how fun. Oh, how repetitive. Oh, how I would like to stab myself in the eye with a blunt object.


Dad is talking about buying me a condo. "It's an investment" he keeps saying.

"Okay!" I keep saying. You want to buy me someplace to live? I will not argue. Unless it is, like, really ghetto. Then I might squabble a bit.

But, the more I think about it, the more obvious it is. I want to move out. Immediately. The idea has been hatched, the Indoor Stella has been purchased, the beautiful chairs have been reupholstered. I am already halfway out the door.

Collectively, let us pray. Let us pray that there is a leasing agent in this wide world who will call my ass back. Because, while we still have our old playhouse in our backyard, I'm not certain I can fit all of my shit inside.


Unknown said...

GOOD LUCK!! Hopefully the old playhouse won't be seeing your face :)

ropedncr said...

but they're so cuute! oh. wait. you said 'ghetto,' not 'gecko.' my bad.

hey! the condo idea is immense. i hope it happens for you, and if not, i hope you find an even better apartment than apt #3.

Plantation said...

Condo purchase is a bigtime decision. Weigh all your options carefully. Beware of annual assessment fees plus you'll be responsible for all the upkeep. No calling the apartment complex to fix something. Do some homework on what the market is doing in terms of appreciation. OK. Off the soapbox now.

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