I'm Caralee. I have a tumblr filled mostly with whatever random obsessions I have this month. Now I have gone from a creepy lurker without a tumblr, to a creepy lurker with a tumblr of her own. Yay.
It’s two for one cocktail night, I asked to take my second margarita out to the patio. The guy asked if it was to go, I said yes. Everyone else who got drinks out on the patio haf pretty drink glasses. But he mixes my margarita in a paper cup.
I just ducked my head and said thank you, even though I was thinking “really? Even if all the glasses were dirty, you could have put it in the glass I just handed back to you. “
But I didn’t say any of this, because I never do. Now I can enjoy my stealth margarita in the shade so I don’t burn even more.
Browsing tumblr in a restaurant and frantically hitting the home button on my phone and looking up guiltily every time someone walks by.
It’s hard to enjoy a drinking a margarita whrn you’re burnt like a lobster. Ow.
I have one more apartment to look at. I already have it narrowed down to two. I really like both apartments, but one is in a good location and the other is a little further away.
The woman who showed me the first apartment that I liked was so nice and incredibly helpful.
The guy who showed me the second apartment I liked was nice and put up with me stuttering and stumbling through the questions I remembered to ask. He was also good looking, but that doesn’t have anything to do with the apartment.
So the question now is: nice or cute?
I’m looking at apartments and I am so super panicked. I just want to grab the first apartment I saw. Which is probably the one I’ll end up choosing, but I have to at least look at some others. I don’t know how to choose an apartment. I’m afraid I’m going to choose wrong.