why we're fleeing this apartment

Outside temp: 27deg
Inside temp: ~60deg
funavce status: producing heat at furnace, blower to move hot air to apartment fucked
current opinoin of landlord: KILL!!!


edit: after furnace was on w/ no blower for at least a 1/2hr, blower finally kicked on. Hate landlords no less.

I'm so happy, fucking broke on a whole new level, but happy

  "I am now the proud owner of a set of burgandy leather wingback chairs. They are sexy beyond belief and about 97% exactly the sort of chairs I wanted to own some day. And the fact the pricetag (with matching ottoman) was only $370 more than makes up for the ever so tiny flaws.
  Course it's also the holidays, and I'm goinn to be paying double rent for January with apartment BS. So I'm fucking broke. But hey, I have pretty pretty chairs.
  I was also amused that Fey & I had to move them up into this apartment just so that we can move them back out this weekend.

EDIT: Oh, and my mom finished by B-day quilt, It's a really neat pattern of blacks and dark reds that goes really well with my room. I love my mom so very much."