So, tonight? We went to Dixie’s on Grand, where they were celebrating Fat Tuesday with some free beads and a performance from Jack Brass Band. We love both of those, so we went! When I finally found a place to park, I realized I’d parked right in front of the management company who denied me my apartment I loved so much a couple of weeks ago. "Well, that’s motherfuckin’ convenient," I thought and walked on to the bar.
And then, just because ti’s what I do, I got home tonight and browsed the available apartments on Craigslist, in case I have possibly missed the apartment of my dreams (and Riley’s, too) and I find an apartment owned by this particular management company. And you know what it says in the ad? I’ll tell ya:
**Students and 1st time renters encouraged to apply!**
Really, you shit for brains management company? You’ll deny me – who’s had years of perfect rental history and not one single complaint against me while living in a fucking hippo-infested building, but yet you’ll allow someone who’s never had any rental history at all? I hate you a lot, and just as soon as I have a confirmed apartment, there’s gonna be a nice little rant about your shitty business practice, including the name of your stupid ass company. You know why? Because I like it when people type in a particular company’s name and then they find my website. It gives me great pleasure.