Three times in a single day. Really, Jordan?
Yes, really.
Ayumi and I were just incredibly disappointed; she thought she was going to be able to move out of our house tomorrow (which means I could have moved in with her), and the landlord didn't call her. We preemptively had champagne chilling, which made the whole ordeal all the more depressing.
Fortunately, we know how to drown our sorrows in alcohol. Now we're housecleaning and listening to Flight of the Conchords. Everyone who reads this blog (aka. no one), ask Elohim in your nightly prayers to get us out of this disgusting house.
I also bribed one of my high school friends to come over and bring beer. Score.
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