i don't care...i don't care
That's all landlord had to say when dumb me said "I'm sorry" about moving....me moving cause of downstairs idiot has been playing loud music since july 27.
landlord knocked, to tell me his was putting five inches of insulation in, "for the next guy....as I told you, if you would have listened."
30 second conversation, after landlord got my 30 day notice. Landlord certainly wasn't listening to me, after I called him twice in august about downstairs loud music.
Downstairs music got louder after landlord talked to me----almost funny how I think I'm gonna get stuck with even louder music until moving day, 18 days from now.
Me the only one on bus to town 15 miles away. Nobody seeing me would probably imagine I had nine hundred dollars on me, in an envelope, in my underwear. I paid first month's rent, security, and started a new bank account.
Poor homeless cats outside my soon to be ex-apartment; I fed them after they waiting in snowfall.
landlord knocked, to tell me his was putting five inches of insulation in, "for the next guy....as I told you, if you would have listened."
30 second conversation, after landlord got my 30 day notice. Landlord certainly wasn't listening to me, after I called him twice in august about downstairs loud music.
Downstairs music got louder after landlord talked to me----almost funny how I think I'm gonna get stuck with even louder music until moving day, 18 days from now.
Me the only one on bus to town 15 miles away. Nobody seeing me would probably imagine I had nine hundred dollars on me, in an envelope, in my underwear. I paid first month's rent, security, and started a new bank account.
Poor homeless cats outside my soon to be ex-apartment; I fed them after they waiting in snowfall.
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I know you feel bad about the kitties..... BIG SIGH. We can\'t save them all. So sad! I hope someone else will take over feeding them.
But loss is a large part of life and your new situation will be SO much better!!!!
And who knows. You might even meet a nicer class of people there and make some friends
915 at night to see the cat I paid to get neutered, seated on steps outside flophouse, probably guarding it; gave him some special food cause of the snow.
other poor cat, hours before, I had to push out of my opened window, with him having half of his body through it.
at whatever place I was in 15 miles away today, a notice of free kittens to whoever wants them; just never-ending.
I will write a letter to local paper, which they usually publish, about poor cats, but this white rural neighborhood as warm hearted as any city ghetto.
and at 930, the \"downstairs idiot\" playing music louder than ever---at least its the end of any sympathy for my landlord.
my new, tiny, apt looks out to a fire station---with, of course, a fire siren; and down the hall is the building\'s meeting room, but that noise isn\'t the same as hours of boom boom boom rock music vibrating through the floor.