KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL

So I've been searching for an apartment for the last month.

I found one that I LOVE LOVE LOVED. The roommates were awesome, the place was insane. I never heard back from them.

I found another that I also loved, not as much as the first, but it was still awesome. The guy was a nice gay. I pestered him to make a decision, I blew off three other apartments/roommates that had accepted me as their roommate, and finally last Saturday night he picked me!

I didn't get back from LA until late Tuesday so I wasn't able to get him my deposit check until yesterday. He handed me the keys, and then I went home to start packing.

AND THEN

He sent me this email:

Hey Dennis,

I am sorry to do this, I just feel we're not moving on the same plane. The room is really a furnished rental, I made sure to say this a few times, but mattresses bed frames dress is all part of the agreement. I've been renting as furnished for a few years and will continue to after this next agreement.

I'm sorry I've been tentative about this agreement for a while, but I really didn't feel we were on the same page tonight when you came by, I should have stuck by and seen more people so that I would have felt strong in this choice, but I knew you wanted a quick answer, and I just wasn't ready to give it, and now i feel I've moved to fast.

This has nothing to do with you, i think your a great guy. I just no longer see this as a good fit and I am deeply sorry. I realize we've exchanged keys, and money, but I can not deposit the check as I do feel I need to move in a different direction.

Again I am sorry.

LUKE

I was irate. I wanted to cry. I seriously started thinking about ways to poison little doggies (he has one) and burn down apartments (he also has one).

I'm leaving for LA (again) on Tuesday so I have 5 days to find a f*cking apartment.

Now that I have my head wrapped around the situation this morning, I suppose it isn't all that bad. I mean. Do I really want to live with the d-bag who would send such an email? And things happen for a reason maybe it is a sign I shouldn't have been moving downtown (Financial District). And worst case scenario is I don't find an apt and get a storage unit and take my time finding an amazing apt.

THANK GOD I do not have a job that takes up my 9-5 so I can devote time to this ridiculous apartment hunt. I don't know how you normal people do it.

Oh. P.S. This is what the mo-fo looks like:



If you happen to see him on the street somewhere please don't hesitate to stab a dagger through his stupid screaming ass-face.