After the aforementioned ceiling leak incident (and the fact that after that initial phone call, I have never been contacted again about getting the leak fixed), I decided it would be easier to move than to get my building managers to repair, or even care about repairing, my apartment. I decided this as I was walking back to the apartment from my bus stop and as I opened the gate to get into the back area where my front door is, I noticed a large swath of trash on the ground. My next door neighbor "lost his trash key," so he's just been leaving empty Hungry Man containers outside his door (not even in a bag, just lying on the ground) and the resident possums had been kind enough to spread the mess around. Then, I unlocked my front door, walked in and flipped on the overhead light, which flickered on and then burned out. THEN I gently parted the curtain that has been hanging, without incident, in front of my kitchenette for over a year, and the curtain rod sprang from the wall and rod and curtain fell down, hitting me on the head and wrapping around my neck and shoulders.
Yeah, it's time to move.
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At least you don't have roaches Jacko. Oh, and I forgot to tell you about the latest development in the death trap that is my apartment. There is a rancid smell that I have traced to one of my bedroom walls. I'm pretty sure something died in there. Can I move with you?
~Robbo
That's funny, because yesterday my apt was suddenly filled with this weird smell. At first I just thought one of my neighbors was smoking weed, but then the smell got worse and worse like a skunk had sprayed the inside of my nose. And then suddenly, the smell was gone. Very strange.
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