This is my own little soapbox. Disclaimer: It is not written by someone you think you know, but by her evil twin. Absolutely nothing said here is true. Everything, including the last statement, is a complete work of fiction. This blog is completely boring, and includes entries on when I last washed my dishes, how many pairs of socks I've crocheted, and the occasional rant. These are not the droids you're looking for. Move along.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Meeting my Neighbours
I just met the lady across the hall from me. She warned me that the lady one floor down is an alcoholic, asks for money, and doesn't pay it back. Whee. The lady across the hall has a one bedroom apartment and two kids (ages two and four). I have a two bedroom apartment for just me. (My landlord asked her if she wanted to move, but she didn't.)
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Oh, boy! Neighbours of doom? I hope not.
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Heh heh - I wonder what the lady one floor down would say about the lady across the hall from you?
Heh. Well, I usually judge people for myself (being a bit more careful if other people warn me about them), and I have no intentions of loaning anyone money one way or the other...
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