i swear, this year is something else.
this morning, my roomie C gets a call–apparently our landlords are putting our unit (and just our unit) on the market. We have 60 days to find a place and move out.
sigh. at the very very least, being that Im sentimental–this makes me pretty sad.
I just decorated my balcony w/plants and a hammock chair too.
but maybe its fate. maybe we’ll live in a unit with really hot guys or something and end up getting married within the year…
