I once wrote a fake letter to Isaac, representing my fake client K-dawg, using my fake California license. I’ll miss you, Isaac.

kristenfromkansas:

isaac (my soon-to-be-former landlord who is quite attractive but not the brightest): can i show the place today? some people wanna see it in like half an hour.
me: yeah. all of our stuff is out. we just have a bit of cleaning left in the kitchen. did you talk to your mom [who actually owns the place] about the carpets?
isaac: no, but don’t worry about cleaning them. they are shit and were even before you moved in.
me: okay. do you know the name or number of the paint color? we have a few places that need touching up.
isaac: i have the paint, but you don’t need to fix it.
me: um, okay…
isaac: you don’t need to do much at all. just, you know, clean the bathrooms.