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Called today for the apartment, and had really good luck: it's on the second floor just a couple doors down from the sista and my apparently now "surrogate boyfriend" until I'm lucky enough to find one of my own. Then I learn that I need a co-signer on the place because I don't make enough. WTF???? I'm getting tired of playing these damn games. Will end this post later, am just too fucking frustrated to write anymore.