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[bodldops]

So, wow, stress level through the damn roof. So late last night, flatmates get around to telling me 'Oh, by the way, we're having the place fumigated for bugs tomorrow.' Now. Honestly? We are almost miraculously bug-free. There's a few mosquitos, but they're not hard to kill. We don't need fumigation.

So I ask, 'Hey, what about the cat? Did you ask?' They assured me that they had, and it was safe... but I am paranoid. So before going to school this morning, I popped by the front office to ask.

Their reaction?

'... You have a cat? Oh. We'll cancel it then.'

NOT SAFE FOR CATS.

But then they couldn't find the work order, and though they assured me they would talk to the pest control guys, I am not so confident. After all, it's not their pet that's going to get sick/die due to a mistake.

So Martha has come with me to school. She's currently in her carrier beside me. Pissed off, because she hates her carrier, but alive, and healthy.

HATE FLATMATES. WITH HATE.

Does anyone want to a) take over my lease and/or b) let me move in with them?

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[boz4pm.livejournal.com]

O_o *thwaps them soundly on your behalf*

*hugs*

[http://users.livejournal.com/wen_/]

Awh... you and Martha could move in with me, if it wouldn't be such a long commute for you to get to school. :( *hugs*