So I have to move

I hate moving. I've moved every couple of years for the last, oh, 16 years or so. Different states, different towns, different reasons. This time, I'm moving because I have a jackhole of a landlord that likes to come into my apartment whenever he feels like it. I can't tell you how many times I've come home to things having been moved, windows opened/closed, and one time, an empty cup. What the fuck is he doing in there, anyway? I fear for my panties, shoes, and makeup. Really. I'm so grossed out, I've taken to hiding my clean undies so I know when I put them on, they haven't touched any part of his anatomy. Pervert. Unless I install cameras and catch him in the act, it's almost impossible to prove that he's been there, so I've decided to get the hell out.

Too bad I live in one of the most frigging expensive states for real estate, or I'd buy something. As it stands, I'd have to move to New Hampshire (which isn't being considered, due to the fact that it's too far away for work, and NH people – while nice – are just not my cup of tea) in order to afford an actual house. Condos are an option, but I don't have $325K for a one bedroom with a view of an alley. So I rent. From perverts. Sneef.