So I follow my aunties on pintrest for like sharing recipes and stuff but today one of them posted this gif:
and they’re all commenting like “the perfect man” and “what all women want ;)” and stuff like that
And I’m over here laughing my ass off because that’s gay porn star, Austin Wolf. This gif is from a gay porno. Like, literally 5 seconds after this moment, he has a cock in his mouth.
So I quite enjoy looking at housing ads, right? Pictures of houses! Extremely optimistic spins on neighbourhoods! All that potential! All those lovely flats and houses miles above what I’m capable of paying!
The actual house-hunting experience, however, is one of the circles of hell, possibly below the one where you stand in security/passport lines for hours in airports, just with way more paperwork. Why is there this much paperwork? I have money! Can’t I just throw my passport and money at people until it gives me a place to live? *facedesk*
Apparently the answer to that is “yes, if you had waaaaay more money”. I’m pretty sure apartment hotels do not ask for references, campus contacts (which baffled the Student Development International office as well), or 100 points of ID. That thing is the bane of my existence right now, because every single agency ask for different combinations, and it seriously makes me want to cry.
But, you know, aside from house hunting making cry, Sydney is pretty awesome so far. I shall update you all on my wonderous adventures as soon as I have more reliable internets.