  That friggin landlord suggested what I bloody well knew he'd suggest; the ANIMALS are the cause of the mold. Moron. I'm mightily cheesed about it, I guess I take the critters and any criticism against the critters as a big slander to myself and Kurt. Besides, how do animals cause mold? Moisture causes mold, and the landlady let slip just before I talked to him that they had massive dampness problems, and that they already had to yank out a few walls previously to get rid of other mold. I looooove how all of the sudden it's the animals causing it, not just shoddy carpentry and dampness.
If i ever go nuts and feel the need to sacrifice a dingleberry to the chicken gods, Herr Landlord and Frauline Landlady are going down faster than the Hindenburg. And then, I'd find Marcus. There is precious little new to report; Kurt and I are trying to figure out how to keep our wedding bands. Doesn't sound complicated in theory, but we were very partial to the platinum wedding bands, with minimum payments of 160 a month.
Genius. We now appear to be several months behind said minimum payments. Eh. Seemed like a good idea at the time, and I have some fairly good ideas about how to make the reprocession of the rings an oppurtunity to do really cool things. Besides, they've got to come across Canada to get them. Heh heh heh...bastards. 
