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My landlord has officially lost his mind.
Six marriage proprosals in two weeks. I think his old age has made him senile (or just entirely too desperate). He's even bought a ring, which is frightening, seeing as I have only said a grand total of ten words to the man. The six NOs are not included in that count. I need coffee, a muzzle, and a restraining order. Currently, the only thing keeping me in this apartment is the fact that Mr. Powell has so plesently leased the building to a Second-Landlord-in-Command...or something similar to that.
Luckily, she's a woman, she is straight, and she lives on the OTHER side of the building.
Six marriage proprosals in two weeks. I think his old age has made him senile (or just entirely too desperate). He's even bought a ring, which is frightening, seeing as I have only said a grand total of ten words to the man. The six NOs are not included in that count. I need coffee, a muzzle, and a restraining order. Currently, the only thing keeping me in this apartment is the fact that Mr. Powell has so plesently leased the building to a Second-Landlord-in-Command...or something similar to that.
Luckily, she's a woman, she is straight, and she lives on the OTHER side of the building.