This is the second dwelling I've been forced to vacate in two months. Third in four if you count Vedran the skinhead. I'm not living with Narcissus, but seems the young lady which offered to sublet her flat did not in fact have her landlord's blessing to do so. The landlord lives upstairs in the same building and is going through some difficult life troubles which make her a bit... prickly. Well, okay, she's being a downright bitch, and evidently has no problem defying equal opportunity housing laws, but no more will be said of her, save I hope her husband gets better soon and perhaps loves her a bit more when he does. (I shudder to think of what he did to her that has made her hate women so...)So, once again, instead of being productive at work, enjoying life, hanging with friends, or dating, I'm now spending all my time (that wasn't already spent looking for a job) looking for a place to live. Yay me.
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