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The problem with living in Monticello on the ground floor in January is that errybody wants to look at our apartment for research in their housing hunt. This week we have had four different girls just show up and expect full clearance in our apartment.

I mean we let them see the whole thing. It's just awkward for everybody. Here's how my conversation with this girl went today:

GIRL: So...can I look around?
ME: Um. Yes.
GIRL: Kitchen?
ME: Yep.
GIRL: Ooh, a piano? Whose is that?
ME: (silent while I try to figure out whether she would know any of my roommates by name)
...one of my roommates'.
GIRL: Oh. So can I...?
ME: Yeah...
I walked back into my room. We looked it over for a minute. It is a mess.
ME: Yep. Those are my bras.
GIRL: Ha ha! Well thanks! Maybe I will see you around!
ME: Yep.

So I'm a crappy tour guide, but that responsibility was not mentioned in my contract.
Also during the time it took me to write this two girls came to look at our apartment together. This is not the parade of homes, guys. We really need to clean the bathroom.