My life is a circus.
Just a quick note to let you all know the aforementioned cool story and September issue of Skepchick may be put off a little while longer, as my bathroom ceiling just collapsed and my landlady told me if I don’t like it I should move. So I think I have to move. Which may leave me a little busy.
So presumably your landlady thinks there's a tenant out there who will like it?? Sheesh. My sympathies, for what they're worth.
I think Josh wants you to move in with him, Rebecca.
Um. Wow. “A little busy”, indeed. Is there anything a fellow Bostonian (or any other readers, for that matter) can do to help?
Hah! Even if she wanted to, it’d be tough luck for her. We’re all booked up in my apartment, even the living room.
No, I meant other kinds of moving-related assistance. I don’t even know what, but I figured it was just polite to offer.
You should consider a move to sunny and beautiful Sydney – our bathroom ceilings never fall in!
(sample size of this study is the 5 or so places I have rented)
Although I did wake up one Saturday morning to the sound of a for sale sign being pounded into the front lawn of my rental property.
>My life is a circus.
That should be clear, you've been writing about the clowns long enough.
Good luck with new ceiling/housing arrangements.
Youch, looks like the psychic bubble protecting the apartment from remote viewing also causes structural damage :( That sucks.
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