And before that...

I thought you should know:

I looked at the most amazing apartment in the ENTIRE WORLD last night. It said it was in Los Feliz but the Paranormal MC schooled me this morning and said it was actually Hollywood. But real close to Los Feliz. Anyway:

It was oh so dope. It had very recently re-done wood floors (no carpet! no carpet!) and it had tile in the bathroom and kitchen that looked probably from the '30s, maybe '40s. The place had a very satisfying shape to it; it reminded me a lot of this Boston apartment my friend Thos lived in when i first met him, especially the way the kitchen was set in. Except nicer. And the clincher. MY GOD JUDY, the CLINCHER:

There are french windows in the bedroom that open out onto the street, and when you open them, the view that you see is the word "SCIENTOLOGY" in tremendous blue letters on the scientology temple.

I begged and begged the lady for that apartment. I want it bad, sweeties. The price was right, the distance from work was tolerable, the floors, the bathroom, the kitchen... it all fit. It was perfect. She called work today for employment verification, and she called me and left a message. I called her back and left one. I want it. I want it. I want it. Why doesn't she call back? I want her to call back right now. I want that apartment.

Make her call me back. Now. Do it.

Right after i looked at that one, I looked at this intolerable one closer to work that was like 130 more a month with grey carpet and i'd have to pretend i didn't have a cat and... generally it makes me itch just thinking about it. But i've got to get over that cause there's a serious chance i could end up there. Oh please make that lady call me again.

Oh yeah and paranorm showed me Glen Danzig's house. It looked exactly like I wanted Glen Danzig's house to look.