Deal Breaker

So, today I decided that maybe I should start actually looking for a place to live in Lexington...where I work, spend all my free time, and try to date.   You know, since living 30 minutes away kind of cramps my style. 

Anywho...I looked for a bit, and since I'm an 'A' type, I already know what I'm looking for.  So, I go and look at this cute one-story duplex, for lack of a better word.  At first, I'm thinking:

Hey, this is a nice neighborhood...
Oooh, I'm so close to work and places I like to go...
OMGGG, there's a Mexican restaurant I can WALK to!!!

And then I was thinking:

Wait, is she pulling in here with this raised caddy on dubs?
Oh god, she IS pulling in here with this raised caddy with dubs!
Ok, maybe they just really love Caddy's.  Let's go look around.

And then she opened the door:

Oh no.  This kitchen is as big as my current bathroom.
Is that a window unit???
I think I went color blind on the way in...is that orange tile in the bathroom?
Maybe the closet is awesome.
*opens closet*HOLY GUAC, a dead MOLE CRICKET!!!!!*closes closet as calmly as possible.

I need to note, that by this point, I'm lying like a pro at how the place is really "nice".  

Southern charm, we call it.

So she tells me that they go very quickly, and I'd have to have a deposit on it by Friday...it's Wednesday.  

I tell her I will definitely call her and let her know as I'm walking to my car.

Once I get in the car and back away from the lot ever so slowly, I'm debating.

No, really, I'm actually debating.

Then I get to the light...

Wait, there wasn't anyplace to plug up a washer and dryer.

I barely do laundry now, and I have a washer and dryer all to myself in my house...they really think I'm going to go to a laundromat???  I'd never wear clean clothes again.

That was the deal breaker.