April 23rd, 2005

cactus

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To whatever moronic lunatic that has his heat on in my building: IT IS APRIL. WE HAVE AT LEAST TWO WHOLE MONTHS BEFORE IT IS ANYTHING SHORT OF OBSCENE FOR IT TO BE THIS HOT. SO TURN IT OFF AND PUT ON A FUCKING SWEATER.

No Love,

Your Neighbour Whose Apartment Was Thirty-Five Degrees All Day

(Yeah, it's past midnight, and it's still sweltering in here. The hell?)
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cactus

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I'm willing to bet that the same idiot who's had his heat on for three days is the same guy now playing techno with the bass cranked waaaaayyy up, to the point where stuff on that wall is shaking.

And may I re-iterate: what the HELL is up with this heat? *flail*

Okay, no more flipping TV. Just coasted past Family and Michael Dorn was voicing a time-travelling naked mole rat. O.O
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