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a few things
- Yesterday there was airwell drama. I was getting out of the shower and walked into my curtainless room. Literally just as I was going to take off my towel off I look out the window and see someone who was standing by the window just RUN. It was creepy. Then the next day (I lied my voyeurism incident happened two days but I don't feel like going back and changing it now) we saw a shirtless old guy in the same apartment.
- I finally got my carte privelege and my bus pass! I also think ID photographers all over the world should get lessons from the carte privelege people. I looked at Ankura's also and seriously, they're the only ID photos that don't make you look like a troll. It reminds me of my fake North Carolina ID where it looked like I was shirtless. I miss that...
- Just as Hari and I were walking out of the phonathon, Neil walks in telling us that he's stuffing envelopes for Sasha, our boss. He brought a "friend" named Trevor. Oh, and I got out of work at 10:15pm. So Neil and Trevor were alone at the phonathon building late at night stuffing envelopes... In conclusion I have a new favorite euphemism for sex.
- Yesterday there was airwell drama. I was getting out of the shower and walked into my curtainless room. Literally just as I was going to take off my towel off I look out the window and see someone who was standing by the window just RUN. It was creepy. Then the next day (I lied my voyeurism incident happened two days but I don't feel like going back and changing it now) we saw a shirtless old guy in the same apartment.
- I finally got my carte privelege and my bus pass! I also think ID photographers all over the world should get lessons from the carte privelege people. I looked at Ankura's also and seriously, they're the only ID photos that don't make you look like a troll. It reminds me of my fake North Carolina ID where it looked like I was shirtless. I miss that...
- Just as Hari and I were walking out of the phonathon, Neil walks in telling us that he's stuffing envelopes for Sasha, our boss. He brought a "friend" named Trevor. Oh, and I got out of work at 10:15pm. So Neil and Trevor were alone at the phonathon building late at night stuffing envelopes... In conclusion I have a new favorite euphemism for sex.