When it rains, it pours.
Mainly cuz I'm too dead to pack, I'ma give a short rundown as to what life be like. As of November 27th, we got our thirty days notice from our landlord. For a little while Liz was doing a ton of research on places for us to move to, I was making a whole bunch of calls, and she was visiting them sans pink-haired Kali. We found something in Caldwell and were two minutes away from putting money on it when I called to say maybe no. Although the moving back home was at first devastating, it freed up some of my money for when my car busted on Friday. I was driving to the Intarome X-mas party and looking at street signs when my car suddenly pulled to the right, I hit a parked car and swung my wheel to the left, but my car pulled me over to the curb anyway. I got out to survey the damage and see if I could continue on. Yea, my rearview was busted off, my front passenger wheel was at a 90 degree angle to the car and the tire was busted, windshield was cracked, and I couldn't get the passenger door all the way open or close it fully either. I was fine, and the car I tapped had a crack in the taillight. Also, I need to either dye my hair or get a new job. Icing on the cake? Brian might be losing his bank job.
Well, off to pack up or so!
Well, off to pack up or so!