Try poisoning the apartment in the minds of the clients:
"Oh, thank GOD you're here -- did you get my message about the rats!?"
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Try poisoning the apartment in the minds of the clients:
"Oh, thank GOD you're here -- did you get my message about the rats!?"
Try poisoning the apartment in the minds of the clients:
Yeah, but then they'll be showing it even MORE and LONGER. No, no. I will be all sweetness and light to potential tenants.
juliana! Emily wants you to find her an apartment. Whadayasay?
Cool. Tell her to email me with desired amenities and type of nabe, and I shall scour Teh Craigslist.
Happy Birthday, Hec!!
vw, lots of good ideas here. Perhaps, banana peels just inside the door could be another option?
Darn, I missed a lot of making out yesterday. Ah, well, I'll take the voyeuristic route and just watch from the sidelines. ::pouts a little, anyway::
Cool. Tell her to email me with desired amenities and type of nabe, and I shall scour Teh Craigslist.
Hey, can you find me an apartment too? Do you have some sort of magicks?
Cool. I have passed on the message.
And now I must go do math, for we have a midterm tomorrow. Yick.
Wow! So many birthdays!
Happies to Hec, Deb, and Nic!
I forty-second this!
Hey, can you find me an apartment too? Do you have some sort of magicks?
I am hoping that the Deb-mojo that allowed her to find my apartment has rubbed off. Unfortunately, I only know my City, and have no mojo for the rest of the Bay.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JZ!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEC!!
Bucket of pingpong balls balanced on top of the door.
When we moved from Virginia, the gov't put us in a hotel for 4 days so the movers could pack us out and the house could be cleaned, but the cat couldn't stay in the hotel. So we left him at the house, since we were there for many hours every day finalizing stuff.
We got there the morning after the last of our stuff was gone, and the realtor was there! With people! We were like, "WTF?!? You aren't supposed to start showing this until next week!" We hadn't even told anyone we WEREN'T staying there. We could've still been in bed.
The realtor didn't apologize...in fact, he made it much worse. Much, much worse.
"Oh! You're the occupants! Is that your cat? I was just about to call the shelter and have it picked up."
I went apeshit.
Now, yes, I was pregnant and stressed and not the most stable I'd even been, but this smarmy schmuck was threatening MY KITTY when he wasn't even supposed to be in the fucking house. The people with him took one look at my face and fled. Robert tried to get me away from the guy before I physically assaulted him. I literally couldn't even talk for a couple minutes.
But when I could talk, boy did his boss get an earful.
In conclusion, I hope Toto bites her.