what- you mean the annoying smelly guy i burried in my backyard?
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
seriously- i don't have a landlord. how cool is that?
he just died and none of his relatives could be found. that was actually before my time in the apt.
Schnuck's, silly, not Schunks. And yeah, we have them.
No grocery store today... must clean house in preparation for parental visitation (they live a few hours away in IL but have business in St. Louis today)... and then go try to entertain my parents without dying of boredom and/or frustration.
Landlord horror stories? Hmm... well, this one landlord refused to fix a window that was broken when I signed the lease (even though he wrote into the lease that the window would be fixed by the time I moved in). He duct-taped some cardboard over the missing pane, and after 3 months of rainstorms and one seriously messy invasion by a raccoon (those things are certainly smarter than cardboard.. try waking up in the middle of the night to a raccoon breaking onto your house) I moved out. He didn't give me my deposit back.
If I as much about the law then as I do now, I would have gotten my deposit back.
These aren't really horror stories. More like anecdotes.
One landlord in Seattle showed me his ankle holster with a .357 snub-nose in it. Not to intimidate me but to show me what he was willing to do for self-defense.
The landlady I have now has a benign tumour in her head. I think it affects her a little. She has odd behaviour at times and will sometimes go around the house talking to herself. Especially when she's pissed of about something. Like the banks or the insurance company.
I dont have any landlord horror stories. Ever since I moved out of my parents I have mostly lived with friends moms. I know thats wierd, but it sure was some nice living. Whats the lastest with the dating thing. Last I remember you had a good one, did you follow up on it?
Oh I'm an honest soul alright. Please don't pick me to lie for you. Except maybe if it'll save your life.
Something I get a lot from people who get to know me for a while is they always comment how 'real' I am. I don't have a 'front'. What I don't want you to know about I just don't show.
One of the frustrating things to learn is where the line is. Which line? Well...the line that defines when it's good to be true to yourself, and when it's good to allow something different and foreign in your true self. For example I hate pubbing and clubbing (which automatically removes me from 80% of the social life other people have here). Alcohol just isn't my thing, and I don't dare do anything herbal and natural because I'm far too responsible to fuck my future up here. But once in while, I don't want to be a stuffy gloomy gus, so I let go. It's OK sometimes...most times it sucks. I don't get anything out of it. I just know I'm different and out for something else.
And yeah, we have them.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
seriously- i don't have a landlord. how cool is that?
he just died and none of his relatives could be found. that was actually before my time in the apt.
forget it- its too complicated...
G.