A Slut in My Own Mind

I once remarked to some friends that I was probably the sluttiest girl I knew in my own head. In reality, I am two shakes away from the convent. But no matter. Maybe I'll never be a slut in the traditional sense, but that's not stopping me from being a tramp with realtors.

I'm looking for an apartment, and time is running out. I tried to do it on my own, but found the lack of returned e-mails and phone calls annoying. Also, what with Abbott and all, it's tough to find an apartment that will let me bring a cat. It's also not so easy finding stuff in my price range. Craig's List is filled with one bedroom apartments in Montclair for $1500.... are they dipped in gold? Christ. Or $2000 for a 2 bedroom. Otherwise, it's $800 on P & E's old street, which was frequently closed due to police activity. So as you can see, I'm having difficulty with the middle ground.

In a typical Megan frenzy I started calling and e-mailing multiple realtors. It wasn't really intentional, but if I sent out an e-mail to one, I'd just get carried away and keep sending more. The result is that, I think at this point I have three realtors.... though I may have more. I'm starting to lose track. In the process, I managed to find Dan this very nice furnished apartment one block from the beach that he has decided to take. Meanwhile, I'm still homeless as of September 1. Luckily, a glass of wine helps me sleep at night.

I'm also thinking about wheedling my way into other people's homes.... I was hoping Lynn might let me live in her attic, but she says it's filled with boxes she's storing for other people. And I'm also trying to get Wendy to buy a house and let me live in it with her.

Anyway, when you add to all this the cost of another deposit, the fact that I am po', and dreading the call to my pops asking if I can borrow four grand, well you can imagine that I don't really feel much allegiance to any realtors at this point. Frankly, the one who finds me the nicest place in my price range, doesn't waste my time, and doesn't recommend that I ditch Abbott (thanks, Evelyn the Realtor, who recommended that Liana leave Kitty Kitty with her mother), is the one deserving of my money (or, really, my credit card). So, for now, it's Megan the Trollop.

I'm going to see a place tomorrow morning - I'll be sure to keep you posted.