I can't seem to find anything disastrous in my most recent (potential) condo's financials or strata minutes. I might just have to buy the damn thing. I guess that means I'll have to move. In THREE WEEKS. I was kidding! I don't want to be an adult or a homeowner. I was teasing. Granite counter tops? Tumbled marble? Brand new plumbing? What will I do with myself? I've got the speech explaining why one of the walls in my current residence hasn't been sanded or painted down pat. I've perfected the wan, apologetic smile while I say, "Well, the rent is very reasonable" as a way of explaining why I'm sweating profusely (having no control over the heat, you see) in October.
Eep.
Will you visit me in Central Lonsdale? Will you admire the designer color palette and the floating laminate flooring? I will be so lonely on my 6' by 24' balcony on the 10th floor...
More importantly: who wants to help me move?
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
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