Hiding a butter dish isn't a good indicator of adaptability. Kristie put Sandra's butter dish, a ceramic thing featuring a mouse, in the microwave. When Sandra went to put in her cocoa she noticed it. And was promptly amused and simultaneously annoyed. I didn't have to ask her to confirm these emotions as they were evident in her giggling interrogation of Kristie. They wonder why we don't feel comfortable in the house. She has been here the longest, but there isn't a seniority rule in living arrangements.
That happened before we left for the holiday. Today we had two guys look at the place. It took as much time meeting them (I wasn't really part of that as I 1.did not care 2.did not care because it doesn't affect me 3.it doesn't affect me) as it did reviewing them amongst themselves (I was a part of that, inexplicably and unnecessarily). It seems promising that they will find someone else just fine. Now I just have to figure my own shit out since the girl I am taking the lease over from isn't back in town til the 3rd and I have no way to enter the apartment.
I left several pounds of kitchen appliances in my trunk. If anyone were to desire to steal my car, they would hit the culinary jackpot once they popped the boot. I was worried about the microwave weighting down the back of the vehicle, but I think and hope it will remain good as I don't really have a place to put it until everything is sorted moving-wise. I woke up and googled renting trucks first thing as that is the type of waking up material I like to ease into the day with. Needless to say, I am still easy to incite anxiety even when at home with people who love me and help me forget the worries of adult-dom.
That happened before we left for the holiday. Today we had two guys look at the place. It took as much time meeting them (I wasn't really part of that as I 1.did not care 2.did not care because it doesn't affect me 3.it doesn't affect me) as it did reviewing them amongst themselves (I was a part of that, inexplicably and unnecessarily). It seems promising that they will find someone else just fine. Now I just have to figure my own shit out since the girl I am taking the lease over from isn't back in town til the 3rd and I have no way to enter the apartment.
I left several pounds of kitchen appliances in my trunk. If anyone were to desire to steal my car, they would hit the culinary jackpot once they popped the boot. I was worried about the microwave weighting down the back of the vehicle, but I think and hope it will remain good as I don't really have a place to put it until everything is sorted moving-wise. I woke up and googled renting trucks first thing as that is the type of waking up material I like to ease into the day with. Needless to say, I am still easy to incite anxiety even when at home with people who love me and help me forget the worries of adult-dom.
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