down the street a spell

Our lease ends 2 months from yesterday. That gives a month to make a decision abut a new joint (if we need to put it our notice). I went downstairs to get some ho-cho and then have a talk with our leasing agent. I don't like these kind of meetings but it has to get get done. I got my ho-cho and opened the office door and was greeted by Troy. "Yo. Is Chantell in the house? I need to talk about our lease". He shook his head. She had just left for the day. I missed her by a matter of minutes. Dammit! looks like I will have to try again tomorrow. I was completely in the mindset to hash over money details. Argh.

a new level

Since I did not meet with office folks I just bounced over to the website of the apartments I am REALLY considering moving into. The one bedroom was $1299 when I last dropped in on Tuesday. Today that model is effing $1371. Are you kidding me? They raised the goddamn rate $70 since Tuesday. This effing market is absolutely ridiculous. Every place is using the 'median price' as a reason to over price their complexes. The goddamn median is so effin' high because there are 8 building being erected and they are all LUXURY apartments. $2500 for a 1 bedroom. The market is skewed due to all these LUXURY fuckers and poor assholes like us are the ones who are getting screwed. The only places we will be able to afford are on the outskirts of town which means me having to drive 30 minutes to drop Erica off every day. Then I can either drive 25 minutes home or wait at Da Park for a mofo'n hour for my shift to begin.

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