We Hate the Hunt

The festies went apartment hunting today. This is how we feel about it.


As you can see, we don’t really appreciate running around town looking at expensive, yet shitty (sorry, mom!) apartments. Carpet? Gross. Damp carpet? Gross-er. Utilities? Parking? We hate our lives. It didn’t help that it was rainy, parking downtown is a train wreck, and that we’re still a bit up-in-the-air on what we can afford.

So where does that leave us? Homeless and empty handed. To be fair, we did get some pretty photos of the weather.


(Drippiness is allowed outside only)

Crackly Paint

(Pretty, yes. Functional, no.)

Our disappointing day has led me to one conclusion: we need our own festie HOUSE that 1. didn’t contain a zoo at one point, 2. doesn’t sport infested carpets, and 3. is not going to be a waste of our money. On our way back home Marley and I teamed up to call the ole’ realtor and arrange some showings. Fingers crossed that this time around the hunt will be fruitful. Since I’ve already seen 27 places…one can only hope that I’m getting closer to actually buying a place.



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