Termite Towers
Moving update: survived.
Old dump update: My place is being boarded up as I speak.
New place update: My realtor, who was crashing there while her condo was being renovated, did not clean as thoroughly as mom and I cleaned the dump.
And try cleaning without ventilation (i.e., with all your windows bolted shut). Mom and I are still feeling like crap between the construction dust and the cleaning fumes.
I hope that miserable twunt in the management office gives me back my deposit. The first Evil Landlady (we’re on 6-ish now) stole one of my deposits because she said it was clean but it didn’t smell good. WTF. So now if EL6 gets cute, I think Mom and I will go create a crime scene with her blood on those clean floors.
In any event, appropriately enough for Easter, I can say, “It is finished.”
Not to compare to what Jesus went through or anything. But I moved out with seven other people this weekend. So, as far as Termite Towers is concerned, we had far more casualties here in the modern day.
Goodbye, perfect last sunset.
