I'm having a weird day. But busy, and busy is good. I went to look at some rooms today and the results were definitely...interesting. Midway through one showing the tenant living in the basement of the house came upstairs and interrupted our little tour with a passion. While I (new prospective tenant) was standing right there, this chick just went after the landlord with a vengeance, just ripping him up one side and down the other. It was almost funny. But yeah I doubt that's the place for me. At another place I waited for more than a hour for the landlady to show up. I did get a walk through of the house over the phone, and I can't really blame highway traffic. I did like the place though.

Of course it may all be a moot point if my credit increase doesn't go through. Or a moo point. Y'know a cow's opinion. Who cares what a cow thinks, am I right?

Arrgh I keep forgetting to call the admin office at the UofG.

Is it weird that I'm thinking about dating prospects again? I must be the most fucked up guy in the world. I do like practicing my flirting. But really penis? Do you have that much control? Or is it me? I can't ever be sure anymore.

I have 5 hours to sleep and go to work in the morning. FUCK OFF I"M BLOGGING!

I had a slightly awkward conversation with someone I only really know through facebook at work last night. She was friends with friends with people I knew in high school. Kinda. And it probably would have been better if she had just not recognized me because after the weird "how you doing" we really had nothing to say.

That's me. I'll bet B.A. Baraccas never had to worry about if HIS penis was taking control of his subconsciousness.