Argh! Apartment-Hunting!: The Continuing Saga

Another apartment disaster! Ok, first I must give an update. Didn't take the dogwalking chicken slum (for some reason). Also gave up a chance to live in Williamsburg (in Brooklyn off the L-line) when I got an offer from some dude on the Upper Westside, two tiny blocks from Central Park. Great little place for two months, $700 each month: all utilities paid, housekeeping, giant tv, and a whopper of a fish-tank. I had my hopes up, living in Manhattan on the cheap. Well, it was too good to be true. This guy, or dude as he liked to say, turned out to be the King of Flakes. We had agreed, days earlier, that I would move in on Nov. 1. I just had to wait for him to get home from work that day and wait for his phone-call. Which I got (much to my relief). BUT, an hour between him calling me up to tell me that it was absolutely cool to move on in and me getting my belongings together (all two suitcases) he calls again and tells me that he won't be needing a roommate any longer. What????? He explains that he was only renting out because of financial hardship (snort), but now his brother was loaning him a couple thou and he won't be needing a roomie. What a fucking nutjob. He needs to take that couple thou, if it really does exist, and get himself to a shrink---pronto!
Now I'm on the god-damned internet, stalking craigslist once again. Fuckin'- A.