Clearly my prayers to the Minneapolis housing gods have fallen on deaf ears. It must be my heathen ways. Do you think that if I sacrificed a virgin I could get an apartment in my budget with charm,character, hardwood floors, a storage space in the basement large enough for at least one bike, a decent neighborhood close to bike paths and bus lines, with room enough for the cumulative stuff of two twenty-somethings who have lived on their own for the last decade? Oh, I guess not. It was too much to ask.
This has taken over my life. I can't think of anything else. I am consumed by an all encompassing desire to check various web sites on the housing market every hour of the day.
Next week I will be consumed by something more pleasant, I promise. Like what the hell Brooke was thinking on Charm School?!
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