The space between

by statia on September 18, 2003

This whole move is stressing me out. I still haven’t found a place to live. I’m getting really overwhelmed by it all. I’m riding the listing agent like a ten cent pony. I’ve seen one place I really like, but the dog issue is what it boils down to. I just want this aspect of my life to be put to bed.

Isn’t there any sort of weird chant or rain dance someone can do to help me find the place of my dreams? Or even just a place, in the area I’d like?

Speaking of rain, of course, the big talk here is Isabel. Batten down the hatches. Bend over and grab your ankles, because we’re all going to get blown away and scream “Auntie Em Auntie Em”. There’s not a spec of bottled water, batteries, etc to be found in the entire state. Quite frankly, I don’t think that we’re going to get hit that bad. All it’s doing is making me sleepy. Thankfully, it’s blowing out of here by late Friday, so I’ll be golden for the ms150. My ass is going to be kicked this year.

Just let a place land in my lap will ya? I’ve been looking hard.

{ 4 comments }

jim September 18, 2003 at 5:14 pm

I dont know any chants..but I will say a prayer.

budly September 18, 2003 at 6:29 pm

i’ll do my rain/house dance for ya & good luck on your ride!!!

Jonathan September 18, 2003 at 7:47 pm

lap, dance, hard, ass, riding, bend over, bed, blown, scream – are you trying to improve your search engine rankings, or does Isabel have you all excited?

ed September 19, 2003 at 7:20 am

yeah we’re out on long island…got next to nothing here. just some wind and a little rain..

isabel? isadud..har har..ok it’s early =p

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