on the brink
i truly detest house hunting. it may be one of the worst things I have done in my life thus far......save basically everything I did between the ages of 14 and 23, most of which I either don't remember or prefer to forget.
But houses are like the worst cock teases in the entire world. they get you all excited, let you picture yourself in them (metahporically speaking, go with me on this) they settle on a price you both can live with and you think you are in. you start planning color schemes and how it will feel to come in through the kitchen after a long day work, or all the bbq's that you know you really aren't going to have but you can still SEE them!....then BAM, sorry, you can't have this house. it is broken, please move along.
its like falling in love with a girl who you decide you will wait to sleep with and you finally get her nekkid in the bed and she tells you she has the HIV. sure you can do it anyway, but im not stupid!
argh. done for now.
But houses are like the worst cock teases in the entire world. they get you all excited, let you picture yourself in them (metahporically speaking, go with me on this) they settle on a price you both can live with and you think you are in. you start planning color schemes and how it will feel to come in through the kitchen after a long day work, or all the bbq's that you know you really aren't going to have but you can still SEE them!....then BAM, sorry, you can't have this house. it is broken, please move along.
its like falling in love with a girl who you decide you will wait to sleep with and you finally get her nekkid in the bed and she tells you she has the HIV. sure you can do it anyway, but im not stupid!
argh. done for now.