Yesterday, I went to go see an apartment on West 11th street. After waiting fifteen minutes for the owner to show me the place, I rang her and found out that "she forgot" and wanted to know if I could come back in an hour. I politely told her to GFY (Go F*ck Yourself).
The good thing that came out of the apartment viewing FAIL, was that I saw this amazing townhouse on the street. At first I noticed the beautiful window boxes and the TO DIE FOR topiaries. I am fully LUSTING!