FAILURE! FAILURE! *cue sirens*
Yeeeah. The Aparment Viewing of Doom didn't happen- again. Flaky Receptionist bungled the directions, causing us to miss hooking up with Flaky Lawyer/Real Estate Bimbo, who decided that she didn't want to wait around the apartment anymore and took off. This caused much angst to Quinn, his mom, and I.
With that shot, we went back to the Old Apartment of Doom to take another look around for more of Quinn's stuff. It was worse than the last time I'd seen it (!!!) and the dishes are still sitting in the bin full of water where I left them two weeks ago. *headdesk* It's really starting to smell in there.
Then Quinn and I hung around my house for a while, and he caught the bus home. Bah. BAH. Centro, you have earned my eternal hatred for your stupid scheduling.
Wearing a sweatshirt, even though it's hot, because there's just no excuse for the bruises on my arms. It's perfectly apparent what they are and exactly where they came from... especially the bite marks that haven't faded out of teeth-shape yet.
I'm going to have to take up paintball if this keeps up.
With that shot, we went back to the Old Apartment of Doom to take another look around for more of Quinn's stuff. It was worse than the last time I'd seen it (!!!) and the dishes are still sitting in the bin full of water where I left them two weeks ago. *headdesk* It's really starting to smell in there.
Then Quinn and I hung around my house for a while, and he caught the bus home. Bah. BAH. Centro, you have earned my eternal hatred for your stupid scheduling.
Wearing a sweatshirt, even though it's hot, because there's just no excuse for the bruises on my arms. It's perfectly apparent what they are and exactly where they came from... especially the bite marks that haven't faded out of teeth-shape yet.
I'm going to have to take up paintball if this keeps up.