WHY AM I SUCH A FREAK O NATURE
I am looking for an apartment as yas all know. Admittedly, I have weird ass requirements. Not that any of you are shocked, of course. Me being me and all. The sound of vertical blinds clacking like cheap, hollow high heels is so unnerving, it's worse than fingernails on a chalkboard . And carpeting. Please.... I can't breathe. It's a fiber-allergen waiting to attack. A building that looks like this, screams death on toast with a peach schnapps back. In California, I can't live in a high rise either. I'm an e-quake phobe . No. No. No. This kitchen is wrong on too many levels. It's a claustrophobe -mare with a pink flower to boot. What the fuck?! White is good, sure. It's that half wall situation that's got me jeaned out and hello, whatever happened to refrigerators?! Ya can't throw in a fridge? Suck my menstruating ovaries. We need to digress for a minee . Buildings like this also jean me out. Wanna know why? It feels college dormy , even though w...