kjpepper | (no subject)

So today was the building fire inspection - somehow just for bieng home C and I got embroiled in landlord drama which basically boils down to the fire department needing to install more smoke alarms in our apartment because we're using what's designated as the living room as the bedroom and thus they want our landlady to reclassify our apartment to a 2 bedroom. This of course is stressing her out, and by trying to explain all this to C earlier they completely freaked sunny out, so there's a lot of stress and high blood pressure happening, not to mention I at least was home for most of the eardrum assault when they were making the fire system go off in EVERY SINGLE APARTMENT this morning. Not to mention they quite helpfully locked me out of QT9 earlier.

Really, we didn't do anything wrong, but having the landlady be grumpy about something going on in what is technically still my apartment isn't conducive to my overall emo loopiness right now.

Well, at least I got to confuse our landlady like fuck - after telling her that I technically wasn't living there anymore I followed it up by telling her that C and I got married on Sunday.

We need a house. screw this rental BS.