Hello.
I am writing this as a sort of inquiry, a search of explanation, if you will, concerning the state of my living quarters.
As of this past Tuesday (15th, May 2012) I have moved into apartment ████ in the ██████ of Chamisa complex. At cursory inspection everything seemed in order with some obvious exceptions noted on the triplicate form filled out by two community assistants (one which I assume was in the process of being trained).
None of these imperfections warranted any major complaint from me and so I proceeded to move all my belongings into the apartment with the thought that they would not only be safe but so would I.
That grand illusion lasted a total of nine hours.
When I woke up the next morning I was greeted by an enormous cockroach in the vicinity of my front door and shower area.
Perhaps that doesn’t seem like anything to be worried about, one cockroach.
In fact, it would undoubtedly seem silly for an adult woman to react with complete and utter terror, jumping onto the arm of a conveniently placed sofa only to reach for the first thing at hand, a bottle of Windex, and then fail to kill the noted intruder because the adult is not actually wearing shoes, and, to be honest, experiences paralyzing distress anywhere within three feet of such an insect.
Yes, such an act might be considered a bit much, even taking into account that it would be far too early in the morning for coherent thinking.
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I’m not famous…? Am I famous? Why am I famous? Why wasn’t I notified? I would think they would be some sort of announcement or alert or something..
Are you confused? You must be confused.
I’m not famous.
