You should lowball them
My landlords have been trying to sell my house for the last three years, which means 3-5 times a week I have to deal with disinterested strangers coming over and looking throuhg my apartment, and I'm expected to adjust my schedule around it, or deal with people coming when I'm not home, letting the cats out and leaving the door unlocked. It'd be one thing if this was a couple months to make an earnest attempt to sell it, but they've priced it so high no one wants it and so it never ends.
I'm at my wit's fucking end with this shit. I'm ready to just leave but I'm still job hunting so I'm kind of stuck.
You should lowball them
They're chasing unicorns. They want way more than this place is worth. If this was in a market where renters were reliable, it might be worth it, but it's off-campus in a college town, which means it's probably going to be empty 2-3 months a year on average and the renters might be a little flaky and bad with money.
Sounds like my neighbor.... but he actually got his asking last year, then he decided not to sell and the buyer offered another 25k and he still turned it down. Which means when he really do want to sell, he is going to ask for the moon.
Look, if you want to do that to yourself, fine. But don't make your tennants give up their weekends for your bullshit for 3 years. It's not fair.
I got my tooth out!!! I was put under for the first time ever, it was so weird. The radio was playing Hotel California and the doc was talking about horses and then bam, I was out! And then all of a sudden my dad was there and taking me home lol.
I feel better already tho I know I will be really sore. I also feel very symmetrical and it is nice.
did you take the tooth home and put it under your pillow?
I forgot to ask for my tooth
“Beyond the Sea” was playing before Hotel California and I had a minor panic because that’s the song playing on the episode of the X-Files where Scully’s dad dies. It’s actually my favorite episode and I thought it a very odd choice to be playing in a dental office, but by then I was all strapped in and I was like, welp if I die I die. I did not die, afaik.
That's about how I feel about tornadoes while I'm in bed.
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