not like a tent revival, baby. but i'm all worked up.
jesus christ. i've been house hunting for weeks now and it's gotten so bad i feel like i'm dating conway real estate. after several flings with overpriced 2 bedroom houses and an equal amount of no-thank-you-renters (due to lack in funds or being homo), i'm spent. not in the anonymous victorian erotica kind of way but more of a this-is-the-last-time-i-put-any-faith-in-living-somewhere-nice thing. max and i stumbled upon an amazing old house turned duplex. we're talking all hardword, clawed bathtub, wrap around porch, screened in back porch, big yard, side garden, 10 ft ceilings, in our price range. oh yeah....gas stove. renter said we had an 89% chance of renting and said he'd call us tuesday. now it's early monday morning and i'm feeling vulnerable. i'm wanting to call him early. i've been superstitious. i'm wanting to drool, in a stupid way, all over the duplex. lick it like a postage stamp. i'm wanted to get these demons exercised.
tuesday will be a reading of the cards.
and trust me, i've got my toes crossed.
tuesday will be a reading of the cards.
and trust me, i've got my toes crossed.