Anthony and I debated the issue. I didn't think it was affordable to move right now. He was kind enough to listen to the rustle of the tumbleweeds blowing through my empty wallet. We're staying one more year.
I didn't want to tell Anthony this, but the real reason I want to stay is that I get a great deal of enjoyment out of making fun of the place on this blog. Who am I to deny myself a little pleasure?
The complex is an endless source of material to write jokes about. For example...
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| This is a hole that is being dug near the stairs leading up to my apartment. There is an attempt being made to fix the malfunctioning (as in non-functioning) sidewalk lights. What it really looks like to me: That they're trying to start digging a hole to China. |
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| Not too long ago I told you that the sprinklers had been shut off and all the grass died. Then, a weird thing happened. The sprinklers were turned back on, grass seed was spread, and there is grass again. It seems like they could have saved themselves a lot of work and just left the sprinklers on... but what do I know? |
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| Here's what it looked like when they shut off the sprinklers and the grass died. |