(I know I've been quiet...)
Tonight, my mother insisted her idiot "he's not my boyfriend, he's my friend who's a man" spend time in our apartment with us, which she encouraged through excessive vodka and tonics, ordering a pizza (which she proceeded to dribble onto the carpet), and attempting to make inane conversation that only embarrassed me and made me want to run further away from her and him. Now both of them are passed out in her bed with the door open and all the lights in the apartment off.
I actually texted my boss (at 9:30 PM) to ask where the buildings one landlord owns are (as he had mentioned I could potentially get an apartment in one of them, as a "connection") and I'm really not kidding about it...
