...with this apartment / roommate search out here in blissfully expensive Boston. So I find the house of my dreams, which is a five-bedroom perfectly located in Davis Square (for non-Bostonians, it is a trendy place to live), and I need the two roommates. After fucking around with potential roommates, they just don't have their act together at all, and, with unorthodox patience from both the realtor and the landlord, I fear the patience is going to run too thin and I'm going to lose this gorgeous gem of a place.
With the fourth roommate looking increasingly like he is never going to get his act together, the only hope now is that the realtor will let the three of us rent the place and we can be able to find two other roommates during the remainder of this summer, which is very doable.
Why does life always have to suck? I don't even know why I even put the effort into it anymore, when, clearly, I get no help at all from anyone else.
Melon
With the fourth roommate looking increasingly like he is never going to get his act together, the only hope now is that the realtor will let the three of us rent the place and we can be able to find two other roommates during the remainder of this summer, which is very doable.
Why does life always have to suck? I don't even know why I even put the effort into it anymore, when, clearly, I get no help at all from anyone else.
Melon