Java Jitters

I thought I was past the post-coffee convulsions and explosive shits, that is until I try the coffee here on campus at Java’s. Surviving that mild-heart attack is a great welcome.

Tired of you all

Looking for housing is not fun anymore. I am so tired of having to talk to these assholes. And believe me they are assholes. They expect me to call them when they need ME and my money. They forget to call me back. Ask why I havn’t gotten back to them; because I have about 40 numbers with the same area code in my recent calls and I’m not rainman, ok!? They all are 30-somethings country people looking for extra cash that sit at the end of the line expecting me to go down a list of probing questions. They all offer the same answer when I ask where is it, giving me the name of the street I never heard of. And supposedly every neighborhood is completely safe, which of course is then followed by ‘during the day’ safe. All of them want 12 month leases for places I can’t picture living in for a week. I think I have gained some confidence about cold calling so that’s a plus. Word of advice. Let a woman do the talking, she probably won’t sound as arrogant as your redneck ass.