I can�t believe we�re looking at properties. Like, to own. In the city.
My city.
If that doesn�t sound insane to you, you�re probably one of those tourists that gawk and photograph my fuel efficient car every time I get groceries. If you think that�s exciting, you should check out the public fellatio and nude whippings at the Folsom Street Fair. Don�t forget to send a postcard to grandma!
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, right.
Thanks to a realtor friend, we fell in love with a very tiny luxury condo in our city in a central neighborhood that doesn�t smell like urine, and we don�t have to sell our kidneys to afford it!
I know I�ve said my apartment is quite sexy and I�d be happy to rent indefinitely. I would. And any place would have to be no less than the Taj Mahal to make me move from my hot art deco love nest. Right?
Well, aufwiedersehn my loyal abode, for the sleek beautiful habitat of my dreams has finally found me, and I believe we are meant for each other.
Fingers crossed!
1:11 a.m. - 2009-02-03