Jun 05, 2007 15:12
House-hunting sucks. So does mexican polka. Unfortunately, they both keep going on and on...
Josh and I have spent most of the past two weeks looking for a house to move into - without much success. I did learn that New Market scares me and some of the male realtors I've met can put a used-car salesman to shame with how sleazy they are. At least we both agree that we're mainly going to confine our searching to Athens and Decatur now.
Josh told me that I was correctly assuming that mexicans had moved in next door. Of course, the incessant mexican polkas I hear from the other side of my living room wall didn't give it away... Now I just need Eddie to try recording some more rap music from his apartment so I can have surround sound assault on my head.