Bummed. (still?! again?!)

Today's weather is amazing!!! What's the current temp? 78?! Happy St. Patrick's Day. Today Roommate wore these charcoal cargo pants with a gray t-shirt and his gray hoodie. What the hell. I wore: black flowy soft pants, white nursing tank, various-shades-of-green hoodie (for parts of the day), green butterfly barrette in my hair, green flower necklace and green ring. I got up early to get a jump on my day off. While my family slept I read online about Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen and watched youtube videos of Amy Winehouse and old Erykah Badu. Erykah was carryin' her sexy drug dealer man's baby and looking like an African princess and her hair was 1997 Badu lovely. Her man was all takin' a steamy shower then putting on this white linen outfit that looked so airy and they were both throwin' open the curtains and they kept the mattress on the floor with blankets and throws and pillows strewn about in a love nest. She was slicing an orange in the kitchen. Beebs slept until after 8. I'd finished a bowl of raisin bran and put on a pot of coffee. So anyway, we had a little list of apartments to see today. We looked at a few and then went back to scope out the one we've liked all along. Then we left to look at some more and that pretty much sealed the deal, we were still loving that same apartment. As we pulled out of the parking lot of one I said I was ready to put down a deposit on the other apartment and Roommate said he was too and we drove there and I felt excited to have you know, made a decision. I went in to get paperwork and put down the deposit and she told me the apartment had been rented. It's my fault 'cause I thought that would happen all along. Now I feel like we're back to square 1 or we settle for something we're not happy with. The last one we looked at today had this tiny little galley kitchen with the washer and dryer across from the refrigerator. I said "Holy crap!" and then after gawking at the smallness I think I said "Holy small!" and the girl said, "Erm, I take it you're not loving the kitchen?" and then sort of said some ramble salesgirl bullshit to make me sound stupid for caring and I sort of felt bad for exclaiming my disapproval. Also, pet rent? Give me a break. You can start charging pet rent when my pet gets a job.