I should get a sweet gate, Dante Style:
"Abandon All Hope of New Posts, Ye Who Read Here"
What could I update people on? My apartment hunting has gone to shit, with my best quality prospects either turning me down or being completely irresponsible about calling me back, leaving only the tiny little shared bathroom (for real) garden level shit holes to pick from.
I could just stay where I am I guess.
Speaking of which, I guess I can't blog now afterall. I'm supposed to see one in 30 minutes. Hopefully not the roach hotel kind.
You mean bicycle?
That's what I said, booby traps.
I don't know -- this seems an awful lot like a "blog post" to me.