I'm sorry for your loss, erika.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm sorry for your loss, erika.
I'm sorry, erika.
I'm so sorry, erika.
The apartment people called my supervisor, he said they were impressed with how long I've worked here. I'm a stable person, rent to me!
I'm kind of impressed that they actually contacted references.
Timelies, all!
I'm sorry for your loss, erika.
I'm sorry, Erika.
Have we elected Lupita Nyong'o empress yet?
Well! I haven't had the Kinsey needle twitch in ages. Though that's more "Let me stand here and gaze upon you in awe!" than anything else.
And the apartment complex just called to say I'm approved! I feel all validated as fuck! They like me! They like my finances! And I did it all on my fucking own. (cue the triumph, sense of accomplishment, and deep anger at the universe that I had to do it.)
Now to organize the actual shifting of shit from one place to another.