Okay...

It seems as if my affairs have finally got their shit together.

For the past few weeks, I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off doing a crapload of last-minute things all because my now former landlord didn't think it was her duty to tell me that the bank was foreclosing on the property I've been renting for the last two and a half years.

She lives in Los Angeles, so I've never had to deal with typical landlord bullshit (because I've had some crazy fuckers in the past) and it was just fine. So around mid-October, I start getting these general lawyer solicitations in the mail about giving assistance to foreclosed home owners. I leave a message with her to call me back about something totally unrelated to the status of the house and she calls me back a few days later, answers my question and ends it with an "Oh, yeah...seems as if the house will be put up for auction November 4th...but you can ask whoever buys the house if you can rent from them!"

I was whoo-saahing all up in through there. Was she fucking for real? I wasn't putting my hope on that shit. She was taking my money for months and not paying for that damn house.

Cue to the second week of November, after finding it quite difficult to find a place that was good enough and having to deal with the most retarded potential landlords (oh, the stories I've got) and a Nigerian trying to scam me out of a deposit ("I'm currently out of town, so mail the money to Nigeria, and I'll mail you a key.")--seriously, I finally find a great place in the same neighborhood. Soon after, I get a letter from the bank that brought the house from auction. They offer us a sum to move without damaging the property like some people have done in other places like here and here. That was cool. I wasn't planning on tearing up anything, although I was planning to sell all the appliances on Craigslist, but I digress. (Later, I came to find that the landlord also got the bank's letter and was planning on taking their payout to pay me back my security deposit and keep the rest. ...She must ain't heard about me.)

So the old landlord dragged her feet with the new landlord as far as giving her any verification that I lived there in the first place...like I wasn't under a time crunch or anything... Apparently she wasn't taking any calls from Georgia because she was dodging paying back my security deposit (and still is), but finally verified my tenancy and I was finally able to get my new place.

I say all this to say stay far away from this cotton mouth bitch here...Mariko Pegs at Charles Drew Realty. She and her husband still own rental properties out in California. I just want to do my part to keep that bitch broke.