I had a crapload of calls about apartments. Some had a problem with my cats. So that doesn't help. THEY ARE CATS, what the fuck are they going to do to your apartment if they are litter trained??? I'd be more concerned about a dog. Those fuckers EAT EVERYTHING. They was also a really weird email I got about sending my credit report in order to view the one apartment. I don't have a line of credit. Like...at all. So I have nothing to send them. This is why I am thinking of getting a credit card that you make payments on every month so that I can establish a line of credit.
Oh yeah, and Max left me today. I'm still not sure whether or not this was a mutual thing. And I would appreciate if not alot of people pester me about what happened. We're just not made to be. I'm eighteen, not forty five. I'm not wasting away. It's not like there aren't other guys out there. I'm sure I'll be okay. Time heals all wounds. It's all going to be fine. People change. Feelings Change. I'll be okay.
And while stuff gets better, you have friends to hug you and make random arts and talk about foods with. And watch babies play pick up. :D
ReplyDeleteAnd yea a lot of places unless you are buying the place outright do not like pets. Which is something I am hoping to have. I wanna have pets. *nod nod*
I will not get a place unless I can has them. xD Or I will brainwash the landlord to change their rules.
I can't wait till i move out. After i graduate i am switching rooms with my brother and then starting my moving out packing. I wanna get out of PA sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo badly it's not even funny.
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