Just because it doesn’t have an expiration date…
Just let me know when it’s okay for me to break down into tears, mkay?
My first pick for the roommate flaked, so I went with choice number two…which incidentally is number 2 from my previous entry. I’m sure logistically (rent/bills/etc) everything will go swimmingly, but that we’ll have absolutely nothing to talk about. Tant pis.
This is all, of course, assuming I get the place. What with my current landlord situation and the fact that I wasn’t on the lease at either of my prior residences, that sort of leaves me at a loss for a reference on that end. Mon dieu!
Must also coordinate the moving of my crap into the new place and the costs therein, though I am so egregiously poor and indebted from the money I had to borrow paying the extra rent on my current place. Alors…
I’ve found that praying does sometimes help. I saw it on some trashy-type late night show called "Unexplained Mysteries" (oxy moron if ever I heard one).
Take Monday night, for example, when I was sittin’ on the can feeling like I was near death. I had mistakenly ate some tuna left by my old roommate thinking it was kosher since there was no expiration date on the can. Oh no, my friends, tune too does expire. Anyway, I prayed that I would live through it and look! Here I am.
Small consolation. Things better get better real fast, that’s all I’m sayin’…
July 27th, 2005 at 4:05 pm
mayonnaise expires a lot quicker than tuna.. best of luck with the apartment getting and keeping adventure, I can truly sympathize.