sh-sh-shaaaaaa-dy!
i really should start chronicling the adventures i am getting myself into on this whole home-hunt. of the places i have actually gone to see (i've done many a drive by to knock places out of contention), there have been some, ehem, 'interesting' ideas of what constitutes decent living conditions. there was the dungeon-esque chained up place in mission hills, where i was looking around for the sentinel on the wall... there was the studio down town that was covered in fine dust, where the lady was like "oh, that's only fiberglass, no biggie". and then there was the place today where the guy asked me a billion and 3 questions just to get the address (do i sue people on a regular basis? uhh, no), and when i got there, i thought i was on some sort of hidden camera show. i had to ask the guy if he was kidding me: the drywall was straight up MISSING from most of the north wall, there was a hole in the wooden floor, there was a whole in the ceiling, and the appliances looked like they were purchased second-hand back in 1952. the guy wasn't so homey either... he was trying to smoke a toothpick, had this crazy gray hair coming out of every piece of skin i could see, and was wearing mirrored sunglasses... inside. he had an old dresser he tried to sell me too, thought it was "my style". i pretended to take a picture of it with my camera phone, telling him that while i was trying to pare down my furniture collection, perhaps my mom would like it, b/c, y'know, i'm clever in getting out of awkward situations like that.

by the way, for those of you looking to invest, this jewel of real estate is for sale. when asked why he was selling it, (shift shift) err, it's time for him to, uhhh, move on.

yeah, me too.
current mood: shudder shudder shudder