TexasT's (texasts) wrote,

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Oh For Crissakes!

I am gonna have to meet this wench. The one that lives under me. She must walk around her apartment with a damned broom in her hand.

The other night (early mind you) I was doing the dishes. Unloading and loading the dishwasher and just generally policing the kitchen. Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Same night loading my washer and / or dryer. Knock, knock, knock, knock!


Now this morning, I was vacuuming the kitchen floor. It’s quicker than sweeping. Guess what? Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Maybe it’s better if I don’t meet her. Shit is beginning to piss me off.
Tags: apartment life
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