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It's become an inescapable fact of my life. If I feel like writing about it, you can bet there is someone out there whose feelings it would hurt. This is why I don't write as much as I once did.
My landlord is skulking around the property. I can't for the life of me figure out what kind of progress he's made in getting the place ready to sell. The place just gets uglier and more chaotic the longer time goes on. Anybody driving past has probably assumed the place is abandoned. The other day he hacked at the bushes in front of my bedroom window. So now they look like hell, AND they let in the afternoon sunlight and heat. That's a lose/lose situation. He says that the real estate agent told him he had to trim them. Had to! I don't think he understood that "trimming" involves careful cutting. And he cut down the beautiful flowering vines!!! Dumbass.
No, but he is a very nice guy. He just has no sense of aesthetics.
I just ache to live somewhere that I am not hassled. Yesterday the gas man wandered past my bedroom window at 8 in the morning. I was naked and still in bed. All I want is a place where I can be left totally and completely alone. Like maybe the top of a mountain. Or a trailer in the desert. But also I would be within walking distance of nice coffee shop with reliable internet, and quality selection of fresh pastries. Is that too much ask? I don't think so.
My landlord is skulking around the property. I can't for the life of me figure out what kind of progress he's made in getting the place ready to sell. The place just gets uglier and more chaotic the longer time goes on. Anybody driving past has probably assumed the place is abandoned. The other day he hacked at the bushes in front of my bedroom window. So now they look like hell, AND they let in the afternoon sunlight and heat. That's a lose/lose situation. He says that the real estate agent told him he had to trim them. Had to! I don't think he understood that "trimming" involves careful cutting. And he cut down the beautiful flowering vines!!! Dumbass.
No, but he is a very nice guy. He just has no sense of aesthetics.
I just ache to live somewhere that I am not hassled. Yesterday the gas man wandered past my bedroom window at 8 in the morning. I was naked and still in bed. All I want is a place where I can be left totally and completely alone. Like maybe the top of a mountain. Or a trailer in the desert. But also I would be within walking distance of nice coffee shop with reliable internet, and quality selection of fresh pastries. Is that too much ask? I don't think so.