Yesterday, I signed a lease extension down here. Today, I dreaded it.
Dognose from the Shack visited so he could eat some of my wife's fresh-cooked egg rolls as well as watch some movies. We were going to walk over to Movie Trading Company to pick up a movie to watch, and when he went to open the door, the doorknob fell off in his hand.
Needless to say, this apartment is falling apart, and the only reason we signed a short-term lease extension is because we haven't been able a decent place to move to that will take us because of my short-term credit rating drop because of a certain non-paying ass-clown.
But with the washer barely working, the door dry-rotting and falling apart, the edges of our drywall beginning to crack because of the foundation settling, and our low-flow toilet requiring enough flushes to give swirlies to the entire alumni of the Guildhall at SMU, we don't want to stick around here a moment longer than we have to.