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Sometimes I act like an old snobby yuppie bitch (who happens to be poor).
This week: the travels and misadventures of what seems like an apartment full of 18 year old squatters that suddenly live next door.
Yesterday I came home and the entire parking lot reeked of pot and, surprise!, their front door was WIDE open. Seriously kids-- if you're going to be smart, don't ask to get busted.
Today I come home, after being gone for about 3 hours, and find a FUCKING COUCH outside. This isn't someone's house porch. It's a damned apartment complex, one that doesn't have personal patios. It has a walkway. That's IT.
UGH. This building used to be nice. Why was I too lazy to move someplace nicer?
This week: the travels and misadventures of what seems like an apartment full of 18 year old squatters that suddenly live next door.
Yesterday I came home and the entire parking lot reeked of pot and, surprise!, their front door was WIDE open. Seriously kids-- if you're going to be smart, don't ask to get busted.
Today I come home, after being gone for about 3 hours, and find a FUCKING COUCH outside. This isn't someone's house porch. It's a damned apartment complex, one that doesn't have personal patios. It has a walkway. That's IT.
UGH. This building used to be nice. Why was I too lazy to move someplace nicer?