Okay. Time to face some facts here in Cupcakeland. Have I mentioned that I'm moving on Saturday? I don't think I can deny it anymore. I think my subletter has crapped out on me. She was really excited when I told her we chose her to move into the apartment, but she told me she was waiting to hear about her student loans. She kept giving me dates when she would call, but she never called me back. I finally called her a few days ago and said look, I need a check or I'm going to have to find some one else. She promised to call me back once she got it sorted, and of course, she hasn't called back. In the meantime, I started calling everyone who came to see the apartment to see if they might still be interested. They all had found other places in the mean time. Somebody needs to show me the money!!!
For the love of God, if you know someone with 2Gs who wants to move into my Park Slope apartment this weekend, give them my number.
Oh, one more small thing. My broker hasn't called yet to tell me to come by and pick up my signed copy of the lease and the keys to my new place. So maybe this is all moot. Maybe I'm not moving on Saturday. Only problem is, half of everything I own is in boxes and three Uzbekis are showing up with a truck sometime after 1pm!!!
I'm going to put my head between my knees. Pray for Cupcake...
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Oh, that makes me ill just thinking about it. It's awful enough to have to pack, but then to not actually move? I hope you find a subletter!
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