Good leapin' Jayzus.

Yeah, so I may have lost my apartment...again. My potential roommate's mother thinks I'm a bad risk since I don't have a job yet. Well, if I'm planning on working in a bar/restaurant, and it's impossible to get hired in that field if I'm not living in D.C., how the hell am I supposed to get a job? Doesn't it make sense to move, THEN start looking for a job? Am I CRAZY HERE?!!

Ahh, deep, cleansing breath... More emergency appeals to the parents for proof of financial backing, faxes confirming the rather impressive (for a 23-year-old) size of my investment portfolio and bank account...

I mean, I'm a rich kid, goddamnit. I'm a rich kid with an impressively underdeveloped sense of entitlement, but when you get down to it, I'm a rich kid - with an Ivy League degree - and apparently that's not enough to eliminate the possibility that I'm a bad credit risk when it comes to $600 a month in rent.

Fuck me, what a pain in the ass of a world we live in. I should have gone to grad school.