Orgasm in a box!

Ahhh, movin' fever.

I found these apartments that are remarkably similar to my present domicile. Namely, cheap. However, these have central heat and air (as opposed to my window unit), a dishwasher, (as opposed to my sink), and WASHER AND DRYER CONNECTIONS.

How much, you ask? Only $25 more than I already spend! Take that, booyah!

Yeah, I haven't posted in a while, so you missed all the good stories. See, now I get home and I rant to Big before I go to sleep, so you, my faithful reader (literally, reader.) has to go without.

But here's the inspiration for my sudden urge to get the hell outta Dodge...

Crappy laundromats.

I must spend at least 40 or so bucks a month at the bloody laundromat. Not to mention my valuable time taken by loading up three or so wicked huge hampers full of clothes, mine and Bigs, heaving them into the triple-loaders and heaving again into the dryers, hoping to god they didn't overload and break the damn thing. Anyway.

I went to a different laundromat yesterday because the sign outside exclaims that it's the least expensive laundromat in town. Ohkay, I'm sold. I wash my clothes in the two only triple loaders available and load them into three separate dryers. (The HUGE dryers). They go for about 20 minutes then cut off. I go to the middle dryer and open it up *POOF* burnt smell. Yuk, I pull out one of my blue scrub tops and of course, singe marks.

I'm lucky my whole load didn't go up in flames, but still...

I'm sick of the hassle and expense. It sucks.

I'll find out tomorrow if I have the place. I just dropped off my application and deposit to hold said apartment. (Gee, aparently these things fill up wicked fast, you know)

The whole thing is about 800 sq feet, which is about 250 more than I'm used to. The kitchen is HUGE (for my standards) and there's *gasp* actual counterspace! But hold on to your knickers! There's actually --- STORAGE!!!! There's even a huge detatched pantry next to the refrigerator. Which is next to the DISHWASHER!!! BOOOOOYAH!

Oh, and a big hawkin' walk in closet. Perfect for the downlow nookie makin'. Ooohh yeah.

I think Big liked it too, though since he declined to have his name on the lease, his opinion doesn't matter.

I think he's dissapointed that I didn't get a two bedroom. I really can't afford a two bedroom and the two bedrooms that I can afford are A) Anti-Pet and B) 800 square feet. Helllllo?! Hell, I can build him a fort in the corner of my bedroom if he wants his own room, dammit!

There's actually a PLACE for dining, which is amazing. Since, of course, I don't have a dining table, I think that will be where the futon goes and overnight guests shall goeth to ..uh..there. And when I get pissed at Big. He can goeth there too. And it shall be called... Hell. Mmuuahhahahaha!

And I could set up one of the TVs over there with gaming aparati and whatnot. I could even get him one of those little card tables for when all the nerds wanna come over and play Magic. And I can be the cheerleader! Yaaaaaay nerds!