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Nothing says loving like a formal complaint letter to Minto about your neighbours who couldn't manage to shut the fck up for 8 days. I was wearing earplugs and they stll woke me up. As far as I'm concerned they are lucky to be alive since I have to wake up for work in 4 hours. Oh wait, that's why I took my aggression out on their apartment door with my kitchen broom.

People become irrational when you deprive them of sleep. Don't fuck with people's sleep.

Heather McPhee?

"I ran into one of your old roommates today?"
"Oh God, who?"
"Heather McPhee"
"The name sounds familiar, but I didn't live with her"
"She said she did. She works as an 'entertainer'"
"Heather... Heather... Oh god, I remember her, it was the Paris Hilton wannabe, catch phrase 'I have to be honest, I like to fuck', with no concept of personal space. Yeah, she looked at the place and never called back"
"Yeah, I thought there was something off, but I didn't tell her I knew you. At least this explains why her boyfriend was with her. He was hot."
"I bet, she's special, but she sure as hell didn't live with me. I figured if we did, we'd either get along great, ro one of us would end up dead, and it wouldn't be me"
"*laugh*"

A conversation between myself and Amanda, who runs the rental office.

The nerve of some people. However it is nice of her to remember my name after 7 months.