Contracts

Marie and I are trying to sell our spring/summer contracts. She won't be here summer term and has a plethora of family to live with for spring. I on the other hand, can not stand the idea of living with Heather for another four months. Like it makes me semisuicidal. Every time I see her place a dish in the sink when the dishwasher is full of dirty dishes I cringe and have a mini freak out on the inside. This isn't going to work for me.

So yesterday I get this text message from this girl about our contracts. We've knocked $100 off because who wants to spend $245 a month during the summer on rent in Provo? Nobody. Seriously. You can find places for $89. So we're texting about when she can come see it and then I get a text from her that I'm pretty sure she meant to send to her friend that said something along the lines of:

"I found a spring/summer condo online for $150. Must be desperate or something."

I so badly wanted to reply (but instead just ignored it) to say that we are very desperate... because I can spend less living somewhere else and paying $100/month to subsidize the rent for the contract buyers, and because I value my life and don't want to be tempted to kill myself because I have to share a living space with Heather.