I hate apartment hunting.
Bah.
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I hate apartment hunting.
Bah.
Oh my, indeed. And I can walk in 4" heels.
I hate apartment hunting.
Have Deb do it for you. She is superfantastic at finding places. Of course, she might end up accidentally putting you in SF, and that would be a tragedy. Yep, tragedy. Woe.
I have this on-going desire to drive all around town late at night and take out the movable letters from all the church signs with cutesy saying and put them in nice piles at the base of the sign with a rock weighting them down. No destruction, just, well, censorship.
That is one hell of a boot.
I am seriously disturbed. Our gym has a poster of all the DC superheroes (it may be the Justice League; I'm out of touch.) Anyway, Supes, Wonder Woman, Hawkman, Black Canary, random guys.
And Green Lantern, who is *so* anatomically correct it hurts. Everybody else just has tasteful bulges.
Which GL is it? (Brown hair=Hal. Black hair=Kyle. Black guy=John. Bowl cut=Guy.)
(If it's anatomically-correct Guy, I'm'a have to spork out my eyes.)
(If it's anatomically-correct Guy, I'm'a have to spork out my eyes.)
If it's anatomically-correct John, I'm'a have to join Betsy's gym.