Tuesday, July 06, 2004 What if I relocated your face, property management jerks?
I sleep on the windowsill, and that's not a huge problem, even though when I moved to The Greatest City in America, I was under the impression that I was going to get a room of my own, at least for the summer. My roommates have been trying to switch to a different apartment in the same building (the one that's laid out in such a way that I would get a bedroom) for months. There's always a new sign that the switch will happen any day now. For example, the property management company will say, "You can pick up those keys on Tuesday: wait for our call." Of course, they never call, and so we call them, and they say, "Oh, the one guy who can possibly hand you the keys is in far-off Rand-McNally today. Please go and die instead."
The windowsill is wide enough for a human to sleep on, and cushioned. If it's good enough for the kitty (it's not, but nothing is), it's good enough for me. Still.
posted by Frenzy Lohan | 7/06/2004 09:58:00 PM
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