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thieves and liars
Oct. 6th, 2003 02:05 amQuick story for all of you:
I make wreaths. It started out as something to occupy myself when my mother first started to get sick, before she was diagnosed. I knew something was wrong, but she wouldn't listen to me. So, I started doing a lot of things with my hands that took quite some time and kept my mouth shut and my mind from wandering. I began to make wreaths, as one activity, and changed them for every season.
It's something that I greatly enjoyed doing and it made our apartment door look nice. Two birds, one stone. Great, right?
I've lived in this apartment building for slightly more than two years. Aside from an incident between one of the neighbours and the Wee Ninja, I've personally never had any issues with the other tenants. None of my things have ever been bothered, unless you count any of the small and countless laundry room squabbles that go on (people taking other people's clothes out of the washer/dryer).
Yesterday afternoon, I was coming home after picking up Thee Pumpkin Girl from the train station. And as I was opening up the door to my apartment, I noticed that the wreath I'd made for Halloween was missing. At first, upon spying the Wee Ninja sitting in my overstuffed chair, I figured it was a prank she was playing on me as those are the sorts of things that Wee Ninjas do. Especially to me.
However, after questioning her about it, it was found to have not disappeared by her hands.
Someone in this building took my motherfucking wreath and I am enormously pissed off over this. Last year when the Engineer first moved in, he had placed a doormat in front of his apartment door with a skull and crossbones on it. Rocking out kind of doormat and we were all terribly pleased with how it looked. In a small number of days, it disappeared. We chalked it up to some slap happy asshole deciding to be offended by it (because of the skull). His apartment, being on the same floor as the mailboxes, is on the most travelled floor. There's also some pre-teen/teenagers on his floor. However, I live on the ground floor and no one else is down here with me except some old people, a guy who's never home, and a family who have an unyet determined number of small children who like to run around in their underwear. The apartment directly across from me is empty, as its tenant died at some point this year.
The laundry room is also on this floor, but you don't pass my apartment to get to it. Basically, what I'm getting at, is the fact that almost no one other then myself and Mister Moore (one of the old people) pass my door.
So, who took my wreath? >:O
p.s.
It also was my favourite wreath, being for Halloween. It had my favourite bat decoration on it, a little black jingly bell in the shape of a bat. And it had my favourite orange ribbons. These things aren't cheap to make, I take them apart every season and continually use the same grapevine base for them. Now I don't even have a fucking grapevine to use for them!
Pissdrinkers, all of them.
I'm calling the rental office about this in the morning.
I miss living in my own house. I never had to deal with shit like this then.
I make wreaths. It started out as something to occupy myself when my mother first started to get sick, before she was diagnosed. I knew something was wrong, but she wouldn't listen to me. So, I started doing a lot of things with my hands that took quite some time and kept my mouth shut and my mind from wandering. I began to make wreaths, as one activity, and changed them for every season.
It's something that I greatly enjoyed doing and it made our apartment door look nice. Two birds, one stone. Great, right?
I've lived in this apartment building for slightly more than two years. Aside from an incident between one of the neighbours and the Wee Ninja, I've personally never had any issues with the other tenants. None of my things have ever been bothered, unless you count any of the small and countless laundry room squabbles that go on (people taking other people's clothes out of the washer/dryer).
Yesterday afternoon, I was coming home after picking up Thee Pumpkin Girl from the train station. And as I was opening up the door to my apartment, I noticed that the wreath I'd made for Halloween was missing. At first, upon spying the Wee Ninja sitting in my overstuffed chair, I figured it was a prank she was playing on me as those are the sorts of things that Wee Ninjas do. Especially to me.
However, after questioning her about it, it was found to have not disappeared by her hands.
Someone in this building took my motherfucking wreath and I am enormously pissed off over this. Last year when the Engineer first moved in, he had placed a doormat in front of his apartment door with a skull and crossbones on it. Rocking out kind of doormat and we were all terribly pleased with how it looked. In a small number of days, it disappeared. We chalked it up to some slap happy asshole deciding to be offended by it (because of the skull). His apartment, being on the same floor as the mailboxes, is on the most travelled floor. There's also some pre-teen/teenagers on his floor. However, I live on the ground floor and no one else is down here with me except some old people, a guy who's never home, and a family who have an unyet determined number of small children who like to run around in their underwear. The apartment directly across from me is empty, as its tenant died at some point this year.
The laundry room is also on this floor, but you don't pass my apartment to get to it. Basically, what I'm getting at, is the fact that almost no one other then myself and Mister Moore (one of the old people) pass my door.
So, who took my wreath? >:O
p.s.
It also was my favourite wreath, being for Halloween. It had my favourite bat decoration on it, a little black jingly bell in the shape of a bat. And it had my favourite orange ribbons. These things aren't cheap to make, I take them apart every season and continually use the same grapevine base for them. Now I don't even have a fucking grapevine to use for them!
Pissdrinkers, all of them.
I'm calling the rental office about this in the morning.
I miss living in my own house. I never had to deal with shit like this then.
