Dear, um, fate, or whoever is in charge of these things:
Thank you for delivering somebody hot, smart, sensual and available who reciprocates my affections. It's been so long.
However, why does he have to live in fucking CALIFORNIA? What the FUCK?
Grateful, but frustrated,
CyFish
Thank you for delivering somebody hot, smart, sensual and available who reciprocates my affections. It's been so long.
However, why does he have to live in fucking CALIFORNIA? What the FUCK?
Grateful, but frustrated,
CyFish
Well, you know what Frank Lloyd Wright said about California
Date: 2006-09-05 01:37 am (UTC)"Turn the world on its side, and everything loose will end up in Los Angeles"
Re: Well, you know what Frank Lloyd Wright said about California
Date: 2006-09-05 08:54 pm (UTC)You'll be back in an apartment tho...
Date: 2006-09-05 09:17 pm (UTC)No way you can afford a house here - unless you get a job that's like 100K a year - AND Mr. California Dreaming has a job worth 100K too.
Then *mebbe* you might buy a shack in Compton.
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Date: 2006-09-05 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-18 09:11 am (UTC)As for the second bit (a.k.a. the caveat, the P.S., the teeny-tiny fine print at the bottom of the contract)? Well, THAT isn't fair. Boo, hiss, Universe.
That must be like being given a big box of chocolates and finding out they ALL have coconut filling. (For the record, chocolate is very, very good, and free chocolate is even groovier, but coconut is The Great White Satan and bad and yuck.)