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The 5-bedroom antebellum house on Coliseum St. that Josh, Tate and I were supposed to be going in on fell through. The day that we were supposed to put the first month's payment down Ted and Kyle backed out. Ted wasn't sure if he would be able to stay in the city, which is a reasonable excuse since he wants to go to Tulane but is currently enrolled at Carnagie-Mellon, but Kyle's excuse was that he couldn't get out of his previous lease. Wtf? Isn't that something that you should have figured out BEFORE the day that you're supposedly signing onto a new lease? Am I the only one who finds this a little ridiculous? I can't say that I'm entirely upset about the situation because I won't have to pay rent now, and will therefore have more money, but I'm kind of disappointed that I won't be moving into a home any time soon. If there's anything I need right now it's stability.
And space...
...for me to kidnap Gaby and keep her forever.
I start work at Metairie Small Animal Hospital tuesday. Yayy!