Here comes the anxiety.*

[bending_sickle]

Ok, so I've thought about it some more and am now freaking the fuck out about tomorrow's viewing. Why won't they give me the address? Why do they want to meet me at the station?

What the fuck?

Will I be made into pie?

I sent another email explicitly requesting for the address (and other details, like, oh the cost - oh fuck I knew the cost the size) and sayign that there's no need for them to pick me up. (What the fuck?!?)

Pie. Me. Not good.


* Track 7, The Wombats Proudly Present: A Guide to Love, Loss & Desperation

Comments

[blizzardcake.livejournal.com]

hm... That is a little strange, unless the directions are so complicated that it would be easier just to meet up and show you herself. But if that's the case she should say so!! Maybe it would be good if you could find someone to come with? Or even if you do go alone, you can always make an excuse and bail out (while still in the safety of a public place) if you get strange vibes as soon as you see her: Just came to tell you I can't look at the house today- something came up etc etc.

Or it could be that this person is already going to be out running errands nearer to the station, so it would be easier to meet up there?

I don't think you'll end up as a sandwich ;) This person just strikes me as very dense...

[lienne.livejournal.com]

*snugglecuddles*

If you're made into pie, can I have a slice? I will hunt down and repeatedly stab whoever does it! *protective!hugs*

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

The street's actually ridiculously easy to find - they're just weird. But the good thing is that they finally answered my email and I've cancelled the viewing, because I wouldn't be able to register at city hall (which is a necesity) and also, too expensive.

So no me-pie! Aaaaaand...no room.

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

You could totally have a slice. I'd be a bitter, bitter pie. Like rhubarb.

And I cancelled the viewing 'cause they finally gave me some info, and a) I'm not made of money and b) I wouldn't be able to do beurocratic thingies with it. *le pout*

[lienne.livejournal.com]

*cuddlehugs*