A bad mood, grumpy with a side of strained belly muscles is no way to make a good impression on a prospective landlord. When the house is filled with people, all vying for tenancy, the feeling I get is one of slight resentment; why can't I just have the place? When all my references words of me are so glowing, how could anyone not want me residing in their house. Sure, the aforementioned references include my parents, childhood friends parents, and my happy go lucky thirty year old friend whom I state as my "employer"; in reality, his instructions are often vague, but upon completion, I am rewarded monetarily.
I'd hire me (and I always do), and I'd let me sleep at my house. I'd even let me sleep in bed, with me. They're right, I AM special.
Looking at these houses, we are in contention with quiet Asian families, couples, older people with "guaranteed income", females, and, the one with the most negative potential, close friends. Is this housing market in such a drastic way to force such competition? Maybe I ought just stay at home with mum and dad.
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