So my landlord is STILL an asshole.

An asshole who won't come out of her office. Because that's how people in power deal with complaints now. One of the new office workers told us, at 10:45A, that the property manager was on a conference call and probably would be on that same conference call all afternoon.

I was like, "Okay, so it's not even noon yet. She's going to be on the same phone call for six hours straight?"

Blank stare.

Three and I have now come up with a new plan. We're going to call up the towing company so we can go get our stuff out of Chiquita* and see how much they would give us for the car. If it isn't at least somewhat close to what we could get for the car on Craigslist, we're going to pay the towing fee and then not pay that part of our rent. But if it is close to that amount, then we're just going to sell them Chiquita, minus the towing fee, of course. And then we're still not going to pay the full rent on principle.

And before I go onto another rant, I'm going to go get some packing done, because I'm pretty much done with this place.

* Nearly all of our camping gear is in there, and that shit's expensive, yo.