Much ado about very little
So it turns out that everybody our current landlord (Big Gay Al) had lined up for our room is either:
A. Unable to pay the lowest rent in town, for some reason, or
B. Just a horrible excuse for a human being, generally speaking
...and we therefore get to keep our present address for another couple months. Which is just as well, because Eric has been fucking impossible about this whole situation.
My brain-meats hurts.
A. Unable to pay the lowest rent in town, for some reason, or
B. Just a horrible excuse for a human being, generally speaking
...and we therefore get to keep our present address for another couple months. Which is just as well, because Eric has been fucking impossible about this whole situation.
My brain-meats hurts.