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norcumiAnother reason moving sucks. Let me be clear. This ikkle apartment is not really in the part of town we want to live in (it's in the nice, kinda upscale section with all the shopping and crap, not the comfortable suburbia we've been in the last 5 years or so). The rent is about double what we'd like to pay, given druthers and a pony.
But oh my word, it makes me want to make with the grabby hands so badly. Two bathrooms! Central air! What looks to be lovely storage and decent counter space! Washer and dryer in the unit! All utilities included in the sky high rent!! AND it's in a lovely Victorian! ::flails::
Hardwood floors that look lovely, but you need to be careful of. A Victorian, so old house problems may well be a problem. They still might do something absurd like put a money slot on the washer and dryer. Reality might very well have DAMNED little to do with what's on the website. And there's STILL that absurdly high rent.
But oh sweet gods, I want to look at this place. And it's not just quixotic, it's stupid.
::grabby hands anyways::
As I find the timer on Moving running down, I do beg your forgiveness in that I will most likely be posting random arse junk like this. It's a coping mechanism, and while it might be annoying, it's hopefully harmless. And I'll try hard to make sure it's both cut and tagged appropriately.
edit:Oh hellfires. And just to make life even MORE fun, the landlords got sick of waiting for me to reply to the e-mail regarding lease renewal (gee, wonder how that got lost? :)), and phoned Quindar at work. I sincerely doubt that we will get advance notice of them showing the house, and my feeling about the phonecall he got was that they can't rent well in this economy so they'll prolly be pushing hard on that. Ogods. I'm going to quote something I just heard earlier and was most amused by but was quite appropriate; Three pints of damn and a chaser of hellblast. ::flails and goes to hide under the futon for a little bit::
But oh my word, it makes me want to make with the grabby hands so badly. Two bathrooms! Central air! What looks to be lovely storage and decent counter space! Washer and dryer in the unit! All utilities included in the sky high rent!! AND it's in a lovely Victorian! ::flails::
Hardwood floors that look lovely, but you need to be careful of. A Victorian, so old house problems may well be a problem. They still might do something absurd like put a money slot on the washer and dryer. Reality might very well have DAMNED little to do with what's on the website. And there's STILL that absurdly high rent.
But oh sweet gods, I want to look at this place. And it's not just quixotic, it's stupid.
::grabby hands anyways::
As I find the timer on Moving running down, I do beg your forgiveness in that I will most likely be posting random arse junk like this. It's a coping mechanism, and while it might be annoying, it's hopefully harmless. And I'll try hard to make sure it's both cut and tagged appropriately.
edit:Oh hellfires. And just to make life even MORE fun, the landlords got sick of waiting for me to reply to the e-mail regarding lease renewal (gee, wonder how that got lost? :)), and phoned Quindar at work. I sincerely doubt that we will get advance notice of them showing the house, and my feeling about the phonecall he got was that they can't rent well in this economy so they'll prolly be pushing hard on that. Ogods. I'm going to quote something I just heard earlier and was most amused by but was quite appropriate; Three pints of damn and a chaser of hellblast. ::flails and goes to hide under the futon for a little bit::
