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.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.
Happy b-day Hec!!
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The second place I lived in New Orleans, we had a roommate. He got a job in Houston and moved out abot a month or so before our lease was up, so while we finished up the lease by ourselves we found a tiny and chap place to move to and leisurely moved our stuff in.
One evening we are in our bedroom watching TV and here someone come in the door. We fearfully creep out to the kitchen trying to think what we can use as a weapon, to see the apt. managers assistant coming in with prospective tenants to show the place. "Oh," he says "I thought you had moved out already". The furniture still being there and the rent being paid hadn't tipped them off, I guess.
It was probably an honest misunderstanding, becuase they were nothing if not incompetent and confused, but it still makes me angry.