today is going to be horrid and hungoverish and long. very. long.
let me just tell you how fabulous yesterday, my day off, was.
i am awakened at 9am by a wriggling puppy and aaron begging me to take him out because he just pooped on the rug. o glorious day! actually, it got better. i took him out for a mo and then i got dressed and went on a nice long walk. i was going to take him to gasworks park, or something like that, but we only made it halfway there before he pooped out. i take him back inside and start doing laundry when he starts to whine. so i, barefoot and in a tank top (for yesterday was tanktop weather, while today is foggy and gross), take him outside and start making phone calls to people i haven't talked to for days. of course, no one is home. all of a sudden, the apartment manager (in my pet-free apartment) drives up while the dog is in the bushes. as he pulls into the garage, i grab the dog and run around the corner. we're stuck outside for a good hour until the bastard leaves. grup.
so as we're walking back i come across a for rent sign that read, "cozy/quiet 1 bedroom call blahblahblah." the terms "cozy" and "quiet" do not generally allow for "dog" and "smokers" but i called anyway. and it's PERFECT for aaron. it's the ground floor apartment in this little houseish, it's $500 a month, which covers everything but electricity, it's not a studio!!! but has an actual bedroom, AND it has a little front yard that belongs to the ground floor tenants! i am such a real estate agent right now!! anyway, i brought the dog with me when i went to see it and asked if a dog would be ok, and he said sure, and i said even if it's going ot be a big dog? and he said sure. then i said that it was probably no-smoking, right? and he said, nope, it's up to the tenants.
the absolute best part? it's literally right around the corner from my apartment! huzzah!!
so that totally made my day, and it was only 11:30a. i get home and michelle and i had plans to go to davinci's, but before we left we wondered if the mail had arrived yet. and oh! it had. guess what was --
ok, ah, random customer staring at me relentlessly. go away. gr.
-- inside that fabulous mailbox???!!!? our motherfucking fake ids! wahaaaaaaaaa! we were way too psyched for our own good.
anyway. skip ahead a couple hours of laundry and taking the dog out (i was such a housewife yesterday -- i even wore a polka-dotted hankerchief in my hair) and finished white oleander (hated the ending ... she totally go sick of writing it) ---
fuck. fuck fuck fuck. i was just going to write about how great this apartment i found for aaron was. i mean, it was perfect. it even had a front yard and it was right around the corner from me. but i just went on break and called to tell them we wanted the apartment when, what to my hopeful ears should aphear, but tales of woe and grossness.
it's been rented.
the fuckers.
the motherfucking assholes. i am completely and thoroughly distraught, because joanna has given aaron the deadline of saturday to be out of our apartment.
ok, that's all. i haven't eaten for 24 hours (accident) and i need to go cry but im' at work so i can't. fucking. gr.