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� hunting jan 3 2001 - 11.18 ami talk a mile a minute in here. in real life, i'm s..l..o..w i like to ~choose~ my words oh-so-carefully. because they can be used against you. but not here, ho ho ho. so. so my girlfriend and i were looking at and for apartments last night. we went to this building, "The Continental Apts" - oooh, then i could be the Christopher Walken character from Saturday Night Live...anyway. someone had given the landlord a deposit cheque, but something else might be opening. then he said the applicant might not go through for a variety of reasons. like the cheque might not go through. like they don't have a credit rating of r1 (perfect, i do believe). like this. like that. and i got scared. i had a little...run-in? shall we call it, with bmg when i was 18. no credit card, no chequebook, so they hounded me for $200 and were very very mean. then they didn't even SEND me the cds i had last picked and was being, like, SUED for. damn you! i will never hear the trainspotting soundtrack the same way again! so i don't know if my credit is perfect. and another thing. i don't like making minumum payments. i like making big chunk payments every now and then. it's just my way. it's like, if you borrowed $200 off a friend, you wouldn't want to pay them off in installments of $5. they wouldn't want that, either. i know a guy who has tried to do this. he's a fucknut. and the apartment is expensive, past our limit. $1050. but that's inclusive. but it's damn expensive considering what i pay now. half of $780. $390 vs. $525. yipes. so we saw other apartments in cute little buildings with cuter names like "dundonald arms" and "gloucester mansions" so we're harrassing landlords today. oh i really want to live in a cute place in gaytown. that would be nice. last time***next time |