Will I ever get out?

This is where my apartment situation is now:

Renter 1: Got me to decide to move out earlier then last minute found another place (the day she was coming to see mine

Renter 2: Came out to see the place and it was too small for her (no clue what she was expecting for 590 in the fan)

Renter 3: Is having weird issues with credit (asked do we have to go through your rental company or can we do this just with you) also she wants to live in my tiny apartment with her bf, decided she is a waste of my time but can't find a way to politely tell her don't come look this evening

Renter 4: Guy from I believe NOVA, coming to see place on Wednesday told me basically just needs place for a bed and a toothbrush. Sounds great might end up being my knight in shining armour

Now I am thinking Renter 4 may be the best because hes a guy and from my past experiences with guys as roomates these are the reasons why:
1. Guys don't mind small kitchens because usually guys don't really eat much more then microwave burritos, macaroni and cheese, cereal, stuff that can be thrown on a foreman
2. Guys aren't affraid of centipedes and roaches, they have a much easier time killing them
3. Guys don't mind if the place is not "cute", cracks in paint and not so level floors don't bother them as much
4. Guys feel more safe living on their own.
5. Guys don't need a dining room, just a place to sit and a tv to sit in front of

So I am praying that he saves me from the shithole I am living in right now. Last night while sorting through clothes (I am trying to get rid of stuff) my bottom drawer was full of little poops. This means one of two things; the drawer was open when norman got out or I now also have mice (awesome). Then this morning after feeling great because i got up early and was ready and had time for breakfast, giant centipede in kitchen with fat front legs. After an courage inspiring convo with Jarrod about how I am ridiculous I proceeded to hit it from the other room with a broom that had the dustpan connected to it. This of course did nothing because 1. He was in a corner and 2. I could not see him. I then being the brave little girl I am crept into the kitchen and slowly pulled the buy poison spray out from under the sink. I set it on stream instead of spray but somehow managed to hit him in the head (like a sharp shooter) he dropped to the floor and tried to run slowly. I smushed him with the broom grabbed a poptart and ran out the door. So not in the mood to pick him up when I get home but will have to as I have crappy credit renter 3 is coming. Definitely tempting to let her see it and hate the place (which might not even take the centipede) but I feel bad. Nuts.

O well cross fingers that someone takes it soon. Then I can live with a roomate in a non disgusting townhome/condo. Have real parking and get to work quicker. Pay less then I am paying now and have cable and internet. The possibilities are endless! I just need to leave the scary fan.