So I show up to this Logan Circle apartment with a notepad to jot down measurements, a checkbook in case I need to write a security deposit, ridiculously high expectations, and my boyfriend. Of course the building is gorgeous, and of course it's all too good to be true.

First of all, the woman who is renting this apartment doesn't actually own it, as I previously thought. She's simply breaking her lease — which means the application process is done through the property manager, which means that if someone has already turned in an application, the apartment ain't mine.

This is a real shame, because it's in a great area (Logan Circle), has three nice bedrooms, a private roof deck, and the perfect rent (between $600 and $700 per person). I doubt I'll be able to find an apartment like this before May.

Oh, well. It can't hurt to call the property office and attempt to apply. Hopefully my job interview on Wednesday will end in a better way.

P.S. Is anyone in D.C. going to the Ashlee concert tonight? BECAUSE I AM, Y'ALL!!!