askpixie.
10.04.03
Anyway.
I just moved to an apt in the UD in Seattle, and STILL can't figure out why the hell you'd move to Chicago than here. I'd offer myself up as date material, but I suppose you've heard enough from Xty...
But. G'luck on the job front (today's the 20th) and stuff.
Drunkenly yours,
John
(PS. This really isn't an askpixie. This is just what I got after clicking on a link, y0).
John Dear,
You're right, it really isn't an askpixie, but what the hell.
Personally, living in the University District sounds like moving to hell, after having lived in a noisy-ass college town for 12 years, but hey. I'm no one to judge.
Besides, without Xty I didn't really have a viable place to live, which is hard to do in Seattle, what with all of the landlords conspiring against check-to-check living people. Prove I earn 3x my rent each month to get a lease? Cripes.
My landlords here just ran a credit check and called references, and I didn't earn 3x my rent at the time I signed the lease -- I do earn that much now, though, which they didn't care about at all.
Besides, Erin and Wil are here, which is clearly a nod for Chicago.
I will give you that Seattle has cuter sea otters in their aquarium, though. And Ivar's. Mmm. Tasty edible salmon.
Thanks on the job front, which dates this letter a bit, because I already got the job a while ago.
Soberly yours,
-- pixie
do you have a question for askpixie? mail: askpixie@pixiemartin.com
(if you want to know about some form of thermal relaxing, click here.)
If pixie can't help, you're screwed.™
| (disclaimer: as you can imagine, askpixie is not a licensed therapist, nor is she a doctor of anything. she has, however, had enough problems in her life, and enough damn therapy, that she can pretty much handle most of what you could probably throw at her. and whatever she can't directly answer herself, she will do her best to find an answer for you elsewhere. unless otherwise noted, all thoughts and opinions expressed herein, therein, and whereverin you're looking, are © pixiemartin, 2002. you gotta problem with that, punk?) |