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I guess the landlord is selling the whole complex. Something about financial difficulties... although, I can imagine. I'm sure his hospital bills are an issue... stomach problems, I guess. And then there's his wife, who happens to be addicted to the home shopping network as well as possessing a mild case of OCD. Financial difficulties are quite understandable...
It doesn't bother me so much, their little boy gets on my nerves and it will be nice to never see him again. But what does bother me is how this is going about.
First, the real estate people put up a sign RIGHT BESIDE the driveway. Now when I go to leave, there is absolutely no way for me to see if the road is clear because there a giant Prudential sign eating up my personal vehicle space. If they moved the sign back a few feet, it would be just as visible and less hazardous. I'd move it myself, but, you know, I just like to complain.
Today he gave an hour notice that there would be people coming to look at the house. An hour. And guess what? I was still sleeping thirty minutes into that hour. So, I had to get up and clean my room. In thirty minutes. Have you seen my room??
What happened to common courtesy?
When the people do show up, an hour late I might add, they get to my room where I was happily playing some GCN. The realtor gives me a nasty look and points into my room in the manner of a five year old in the candy aisle. I don't think she liked me, and that's okay, 'cause I thought she was a bitch as well. The man says the following: "Oh, the daughter looks like she's camped out in her room." Haha. Yeah, I am. ...Jesus.
The daughter. Who the hell talks like that?
Then the woman steps in and comments: "Wow, this is a blue room." She says it to me as if she's letting me know; like I never would have guessed. Holy observation, Batman, it IS a blue room! Thank God she showed up to tell me that or I never would have known! I would have lived in this room blissfully unaware of the blueness engulfing me. Thank you God, for sending me this precious messenger!
I felt like I was in a zoo. I really did.
But hey, at least now I know what color my room is.
Angelot says: i have a headache.
I says: huh?
Angelot says: a headache. you know... an ache. in your head.
I says: wtf are you talking about. Jen?
Jen says: seriously. i have no idea..
Himitoad says: vanilla wafers. they arent vanilla and they arent wafers.
I says: huh?
Himitoad says: theyre like.. buttery fried cookies.
Himitoad says: but theyre kind of good actually.
I says: wtf are you talking about? Jen?
Jen says: seriously. i have no idea.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 1:31 AM
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