Ugh. As you may recall from the other week, I’m slightly depressed about my predicament, where apartment hunting is kind of like this:
My mom came to visit last week, and we checked out some apartments together.
It did NOT go well. Let me illustrate this to you in chart form.
Or maybe you’d rather see it this way:
Eventually it became like this:
I saw Boyfriend, and he tried to comfort me. Kind of:
|I really do not want a roommate.|
Yes, I let Boyfriend keep his testicles. Needless to say, I’m still looking for somewhere to live. Yes, it’s stressful. Sigh.