Only 31 days left..

till I am OUTTA here. There was some strange man with a clipboard and a measuring tape wandering around outside the house. M. drove by like three time because he didn't want to talk to him, while I'm inside watching a movie. The clipboard guy asked my cousin if he knew where F. was, and he said he didn't know who F. was. LOL. I should start calling him Fred, I bet you he hates that. I realized the other day that I don't know Freds last name, I have no contact number for him should something go terribly wrong with the house. And I am wondering if that is the responsibility of a landlord, cause it certainly ain't my responsibility to have to track down that information. It's ridiculus really. Ahhh..soon I will live in a home without carpets. It's the little things.