I can has keys?

Got keys to the apartment tonight, and went through and Katie helped me do all the floors, and threw out pretty much all of the old tenants stuff that the left. Well, the stuff I decided I didn't want. They left me a cutting board:) And toilet paper, hee hee! Well, one roll anyway. But still, there was tp.

So the floors are already done and we won't have to do them tomorrow. Which is good, because they took longer than I thought; but then, I did a good job of them. Bought me self a swiffer. I love swiffers. Swiffers are awsome. Wet or dry. And I bought it with my fancy dancy credit card.

My dad's going to give me money, because he's taken so long to get my taxes done, and by taken so long, I mean, he hasn't got last year's done yet. I'm considering figuring out how to do them myself for this year. Get him to come over and help me. Cause he's good at these things, he's just had his stupid ex-girlfriend making his life miserable, and I know I never get anything done when shit like that's going on.

Anyway, he's going to give me kind of an advance on my tax return, so I have money for moving out. He's going to give me $1000. My credit card has a limit of $1000. Coincidence? I think not. This is an act of the gods. I max out my credit card, and I pay it off. And all is back where it was before. Except for one thing, which would be Lindsay's credit rating. Yay!

BTW, I love my dad.