Random Venting

I had forgotten how much I hate looking for a new apartment. That was the benefit of living with Lindsay, the girl in the plastic bubble. That lady is allergic to every damn thing you can imagine. Since she was the one with the outrageous allergies and needed us to live in places that wouldn't aggravate them or kill her, Lindsay always found our homes (She is also a Craig's List wiz-kid). This shit makes my brain hurt. LINDSAY! I need you back. A pox on Winchester, that bitch took my friend away from me.

On a completely separate note, my cat has the most peculiar obsession with nail files. I cannot file my nails without him appearing out of nowhere, instantly by my side. First he tries to knock it out of my hand, then he tries to chew it, rub his face on it, swat at it, and bite my hand. Which is when I punt him across the room.  Little weirdo.