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Scary Apartment

My soon-to-be roomate and I saw the scariest apartment yesterday.  It was, to give it credit, huge.  It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and tons of storage space.  It also reminded me of The Shining.

The first thing that really made my jaw drop was the free-standing wood burning heater in the living room.  Then I made the mistake of looking up in the bathrooms.  Someone has decided it would be soothing to have blue paint splotches all over the ceilings of both bathrooms.  The icing on the cake of this apartment was what I refered to as "the closet room."  It was a narrow room, about three feet wide, with nothing but two giant closets in it.  I stood inside the room and gaped at my roomate.  I kept having visions of storing Sysco 10 cans in the closet room and making out with strangely attractive corpses in the splotchy bathrooms while my roomate breaks the lease by chasing other tenants with an axe and then running away in a snowplow.  

Needless to say, we decided to live elsewhere.

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