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Life as we know it is being shaken. No there is no romance but perhaps a rediscovery at directions, oui. I have just finshed reading Monsieur Crisp's New York Diaries. Aside of finding his shading on wit, bright and shrewdly theatrical. Although he dismisses drama, he within himself is a drama.
"Glamour Exists where all is Present but not all is Given!"
Tell me are these the words of some drool 80 something year old man on verge of death, no he was timeless, but enough of my flag waving. I came here to niether update my life which has been quite fun as of late. Parties, nightclubs and complaints.
Ah, I recieved my first tenant complaint. Not that I care much if it was founded on truth but this was entirely false. Apparently this Mrs.Kravitt's type (short greyiing women) told me that the party I had was very loud recently, even though it was she who interuppted my reading of "The Limits of Enchantment" by Graham Joyce. She complained that my guests minced thru the halls of the flats, laughing drunkenly all the way she had a scathing fever. Lets be frank, even if I did have an afternoon soiree, what concern really is it of mine if this dreary woman doesnt have propler medical care and that she has to lounge at home sweating like a pig due to a high temperature? I digres and I gasped, where was I when such a party was about. I replied most politely while clenching my teeth(the nerve of this pompus, and badly dressed dingo disgracing my door step) it was not my party as I do live in a cozy (lovely word for small) studio so where would the guest be, let alone the beverages be housed for such an affair.
She went so far to say that not only had she spoke with the manager who claimed I had asked her permission to have an afternoon party, but that she overheard me in hallway asking other people to attend this supposed gala-I giggled and said you were greatly misinformed perhaps in your delicate state you perhaps eaves dropped on another tenant's conversation, but I confided to her that I would call the land lady myself and see to this rude party giver myself. She turned red and walked away. I dislike when people wrongly accuse me of something but actually to go as far as say I was lying, really Im more insulted than shocked.
On a lighter note: Anyone who wanted to hear the music I have been working should visit the Myspace site that a friend and I have...its full of tinkling little tunes that will make up the music portion of my senior project for University.... http://www.myspace.com/teawiththegentlemen
"Glamour Exists where all is Present but not all is Given!"
Tell me are these the words of some drool 80 something year old man on verge of death, no he was timeless, but enough of my flag waving. I came here to niether update my life which has been quite fun as of late. Parties, nightclubs and complaints.
Ah, I recieved my first tenant complaint. Not that I care much if it was founded on truth but this was entirely false. Apparently this Mrs.Kravitt's type (short greyiing women) told me that the party I had was very loud recently, even though it was she who interuppted my reading of "The Limits of Enchantment" by Graham Joyce. She complained that my guests minced thru the halls of the flats, laughing drunkenly all the way she had a scathing fever. Lets be frank, even if I did have an afternoon soiree, what concern really is it of mine if this dreary woman doesnt have propler medical care and that she has to lounge at home sweating like a pig due to a high temperature? I digres and I gasped, where was I when such a party was about. I replied most politely while clenching my teeth(the nerve of this pompus, and badly dressed dingo disgracing my door step) it was not my party as I do live in a cozy (lovely word for small) studio so where would the guest be, let alone the beverages be housed for such an affair.
She went so far to say that not only had she spoke with the manager who claimed I had asked her permission to have an afternoon party, but that she overheard me in hallway asking other people to attend this supposed gala-I giggled and said you were greatly misinformed perhaps in your delicate state you perhaps eaves dropped on another tenant's conversation, but I confided to her that I would call the land lady myself and see to this rude party giver myself. She turned red and walked away. I dislike when people wrongly accuse me of something but actually to go as far as say I was lying, really Im more insulted than shocked.
On a lighter note: Anyone who wanted to hear the music I have been working should visit the Myspace site that a friend and I have...its full of tinkling little tunes that will make up the music portion of my senior project for University.... http://www.myspace.com/teawiththegentlemen