I HATE Apartment hunting

I took today off of work so I could find a new place closer TO work so I could get MORE work done and not KILL myself on the way home every night.

Good plan, no?

Again...Let me state...

I HATE APARTMENT HUNTING!

Most times you're treated like a dumbshit. The rest of the time you're treated like plain ole' shit.

So I went to RentNet because, on there, I could search for places that are in close proximity to work...or the gym...or a really good bar...or that girl I've been meaning to stalk...or a good bar.

Fired it up on Firefox. Searched and searched for three hours. Had about 25 of them all lined up. Started printing them off...realized I was gonna kill my color cartridge in my printer with all the printing of pics and maps and puppies and whatsnot.

So I changed it between prints to just run B&W. HUGE friggin mistake!

Firefox and my printer went on strike. They became the French army, smoking cigarettes, looking at me snootily, and with a overdone french accent, saying: "Ehhhhh...How you American's say? Ehhhh....go fuck yourself, ehuh?"

And they laughed heartily letting out brie and wine farts as they did so.

Three hours work.

Le Poof!

I almost cried...Until I remembered a little thing called Ctrl-H.

Le History! Hu Hu Hu!

Granted, I had to go through every single stinkin pageview from RentNet...but it was worth it. Printed everything up (including directions) and I was GOLDEN!

Did I mention I finished at 2:30am today?

Yeah. 'Bout that...

Meeting with trainer at 8am. I'ma be tired by the end of the day.

*Click-FastForward* SO...hammer...OW! my!....lincoln logs...boobs... ...OW!.. ..can't drive.. ..CHICKENINMYPANTS!.. ...*Click-Stop*

*Click-Play*

After seeing a bunch of places that would barely qualify as "Ghetto Fab"...or even "Ghetto", I come across a place in a historic part of town. The bottom floor is rented out to nail salons, Subways, Dry Cleaners, etc and is within walking distance of a TON of shit. Only about 10 minutes from work. Nice place. Secure. Garage.

SCORE! Didn't fill out an app, but I probably will.

Went and saw a few more places that were okay.

I finally finished. Called my buddy T who really wanted me to check out this one area. It's like a little Cult community with it's own shops and area and townsfolk and shit. I priced one of the places and it was a couple hundred over my range, so I discarded it. T really wants me to go there. "THAT'S where you need to go." So, over the phone. He gives me directions. They're wrong. It goes like this:

T: What do you mean the road ends?

B: T--THE ROAD ENDED! It came to a T. This road is no more.

T: You're wrong!

B: HOW THE FUCK AM I WRONG? Should I just continue to drive where there is no road? How am I going to explain that to the cops? And then, how am I gonna explain the dead body in my trunk? HUH?

(Wait...We need to scratch the last part. Forget that)

So the road ended (AND THAT'S ALL! RIGHT!?!?!) T argued with me. Finally sent me around another way to get to where I needed to go. Hey...sure enough, the road has GOT to continue, because here it is! Again. WTF!?!

So I drive up to this mini Ruby Ridge and realize that it's brainwashing powers are too strong.

Must...Go...See...Apartments...

*Shakes head* Wait. It's after hours. There no one to show me around. Ok. Whew, I'm glad...that's...ov...So...pretty...

Beautiful landscaping...accent walls...stunning architecture...

Must live here...no matter what the cost...

Must give them all my money...

There's nothing wrong with Tom Cruise...he's a misunderstood genius who's done the research...Have you Matt?

War of the Worlds was a great movie...I'll see it again and again and again...

B...I've done my research on B. Have you, Matt? You're smug.