'Cause she gave us a place to live. It's like a 30 minute walk from my house too, so leeching will be in effect for shizzle.
In short, I'm moving out in three weeks.
For those who have more than 7 braincells, it's a funny story too:
The flat is a basement, 2.5 bedrooms (the third bedroom is puny), bathroom, large large kitchen and a decent sized living room. All for about $600 a month, electric not included. She apparently had a bunch of other applications, except what we did was include a copy of our resumes and a sexy application letter each, explaining why we should live there. Since it's an older woman living upstairs, we figured she'd rather rent to older people than punk ass kids.
So we drove down there and I met the old lady and I was shown the place. And she asks us if we knew Curtis and Travis R, and I said I used to be in a Scout Troop with them because, well, I had. And it turns out she's their grandmother. Small world... though I haven't spoken to them in oh, say, 5-6 maybe 7 years. Well no, probably about 5. Anyway, we leave and she tells us she'd be looking at the applications tomorrow.
Bam, 2 hours later, Adam gets a call from her, and the place is ours if we want it. Fuckin' SCORE. The application letters helped times 437 458 210, I'm sure of it. Also, she apparently visited her grandsons and they were like, ":o JORDY OH YEAH I REMEMBER HIM WOW-WEE SHUCKS GEE-GOLLY!" I guess they gave me a good review, even though I hated their guts because they were terrible kids and probably still are. So. I'm excited. April 15th is the move-out date, probably will get 100% situated around the 20th. OH! And there's so much stuff that can be done around the entire house, so free month's rent is not an impossibility. Score score score.