decatur psalm

It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang!
East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...

today jessie and i:

*gave ourselves lung cancer
*fell in love with a house
*had our hearts broken by the house
*played tributory songs for the house
*were disappointed by our other options

this house was the first place we saw, and after we saw it we drove back to atlanta, discussing whether we could live in decatur or not.  and by the time we got back to virginia highlands, we were like, "fuck it! of course we can live in decatur!"  and we drove back. 

you have no idea how many times we yelled, "fuck it!"

we parked in the driveway and marveled at the house's beautiful backyard and grill and place for keeping rabbits, and when we found the apple tree in the front yard a light shone down from heaven and a choir of angels started singing as i dialed the landlord/realtor/whatever he is's number.  and he told us someone else had made an offer.

that person had to have been satan.  god wanted us to have that house.

i am still hoping that god will win on this one, but jessie is less optimistic.  the guy said it was "up in the air" till he checked all our character references.

anyway, please send some positive energy our way. we need all of it by mid-afternoon tomorrow.

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i'm exhausted.  apartment hunting is hard work, especially when you spend half the day totally depressed because you are probably going to be deprived of your Rightful Dwelling.

tomorrow night: 2 more apartments to look at, go to my grandparents', hang out with niki.
friday night: go to north carolina
saturday night: be in north carolina
sunday night: come home
monday night: ariel?
tuesday thru wednesday: ariel.
thursday thru wednesday: omaha/north dakota/omaha

and somewhere in there i need to sign a fuckin' lease.

f-f-f-fuck.  i got no time.