Real Estate Agents

Eat Their Young.

The hunt for an apartment is on and I can tell you, it is no fun. I feel like Goldilocks picking porridge. These apartments are either too big or too small, too expensive or in a bad location, has this but not that. Arrggh. Where am I going to live? Will I be the crazy homeless lady with 8 cats? And why is it that everyone here has to put a giant statue of Mother Mary circa 1980's in their front yard? Haven't these people ever heard of pink flamingos?!?