Afternoon: Fixed!
Jun. 14th, 2002 12:23 amAs I was chilling around the house this afternoon, a knock came at the door. Redheaded chick from apartment complex staff, senior chick in Maintainence, I think. Does just about everything. She replaced hinges on cupboard doors, got model of fridge to replace bottom shelf (did I or did I not get that number a week ago into the office? I'm pretty sure I did.) and Superglued the hell out of the rod that shoves the blinds that cover the sliding glass doors.
Damn, this is a witchy-type apartment complex. She asked was I the one who was Wiccan; I let her know that actually yeah; in fact, around here, the only one that wasn't Wiccan was Adam; even the cat was witchy, and Marx was witchy too. And I gave her a popsicle. Next time I go to Sam's, get her a box (she loves the things) and she'll pay us back. Don't tell Tony, but there's a reason those jokes about her going places on a broomstick are so funny... hee.
Damn, this is a witchy-type apartment complex. She asked was I the one who was Wiccan; I let her know that actually yeah; in fact, around here, the only one that wasn't Wiccan was Adam; even the cat was witchy, and Marx was witchy too. And I gave her a popsicle. Next time I go to Sam's, get her a box (she loves the things) and she'll pay us back. Don't tell Tony, but there's a reason those jokes about her going places on a broomstick are so funny... hee.