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tribeofone's 33rd birthday, we built a cross, and straped, not nailed, him to it. We had box wine, and Nilla Waffers™, and the cops weren't called. (Res - [They Say Vision]). There's still a cross, in my back yard. Now, you may say to yourselves, or to me, "that's the most sacreligious thing I've ever heard! You're Going to Hell!" And that's fair. But it's not the most Sacreligious thing i've ever heard, or done, and i already knew i was going to Hell. Besides, Jesus has a sense of Humour. Where do you think i learned the one about why Jesus doesn't eat M&Ms?
The Stranglers - [Golden Brown]--- Anyway, as further proof of J.C.'s appreciation of a good joke, Seth woke me up at around 10.30, this morning, with a loud knocking on my door. I'd only been asleep, for about 3.75 hours, at that point, so i groggily answered with something along the lines of "come in." He said something, and i realised me door was locked. Keep in mind, this whole time, i'm tired, and still drunk enough to not be entirely sure this isn't all a dream. I opened the door, and Seth was standing there, with a small sheet of paper. He said some words that i don't remember, the gist of the entire experience being "We got our $800 safety deposit back, from the apartment."
Carmina Burana - [Amor Volat Undique]--- Now, i don't know if I told you about the state in which we left that apartment. No real structural damage, or holes in the wall, per se, but there were stains. Large stains. Wesson Oil Stains. All over the carpet. And that's all that needs to be said about that. There were also small chunks of the balcony, missing. When we left, we were going to fix the carpets, but the guy whose number we had, to clean them... Well the number was wrong. (The Cure - [The Love Cats]). So, eventually, we had gotten so sick of the moving process, that we said Fuck It, and resigned ourselves to never seeing that money, again.
We moved out of that apartment, in October, of last year. It's been nearly six full months. And they've sent us money. That means that they've had time to look at it, look at the damage, review us, as tenants, and decide, somehow, that we deserve that money. So more power to them.
And thank you, to myself, to everyone involved, and, most of all, to J.C. You th' man, dog. Thanks.
Later all.
tribeofone's 33rd birthday, we built a cross, and straped, not nailed, him to it. We had box wine, and Nilla Waffers™, and the cops weren't called. (Res - [They Say Vision]). There's still a cross, in my back yard. Now, you may say to yourselves, or to me, "that's the most sacreligious thing I've ever heard! You're Going to Hell!" And that's fair. But it's not the most Sacreligious thing i've ever heard, or done, and i already knew i was going to Hell. Besides, Jesus has a sense of Humour. Where do you think i learned the one about why Jesus doesn't eat M&Ms?The Stranglers - [Golden Brown]--- Anyway, as further proof of J.C.'s appreciation of a good joke, Seth woke me up at around 10.30, this morning, with a loud knocking on my door. I'd only been asleep, for about 3.75 hours, at that point, so i groggily answered with something along the lines of "come in." He said something, and i realised me door was locked. Keep in mind, this whole time, i'm tired, and still drunk enough to not be entirely sure this isn't all a dream. I opened the door, and Seth was standing there, with a small sheet of paper. He said some words that i don't remember, the gist of the entire experience being "We got our $800 safety deposit back, from the apartment."
Carmina Burana - [Amor Volat Undique]--- Now, i don't know if I told you about the state in which we left that apartment. No real structural damage, or holes in the wall, per se, but there were stains. Large stains. Wesson Oil Stains. All over the carpet. And that's all that needs to be said about that. There were also small chunks of the balcony, missing. When we left, we were going to fix the carpets, but the guy whose number we had, to clean them... Well the number was wrong. (The Cure - [The Love Cats]). So, eventually, we had gotten so sick of the moving process, that we said Fuck It, and resigned ourselves to never seeing that money, again.
We moved out of that apartment, in October, of last year. It's been nearly six full months. And they've sent us money. That means that they've had time to look at it, look at the damage, review us, as tenants, and decide, somehow, that we deserve that money. So more power to them.
And thank you, to myself, to everyone involved, and, most of all, to J.C. You th' man, dog. Thanks.
Later all.
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Date: 2004-04-03 12:04 pm (UTC)I would've just used duct tape
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Date: 2004-04-03 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
"Because they keep falling through the Holes, in his Hands."
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Date: 2004-04-03 05:05 pm (UTC)Odd
Date: 2004-04-04 10:56 am (UTC)But this one is odd. I knew in advance that a friend was going to be crucified but it wouldn't be anything serious. Maybe I just dropped the thought since it seemed...a little unlikely.
Let this be a lesson kids, unlikely thoughts are...more likely than expected.
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Re: Odd
Something is amiss... Or dead on target...