| Okay, sorry that this is not a real update or anything, but I had to put somewhere online that my previous landlord is a piece of shit (excuse my language). So, if you are about to rent from a fellow named Craig Thornton, I highly suggest you do not. He lives in Burnsville. He's got a belly. He rented us a duplex in Minneapolis. When we moved in it was not clean--not really even sanitary. Our lawn was mowed probably a total of six times over the course of a year. At one point we had knee high weeds for a lawn. Our doorknob kept falling off and it took him weeks to come and look at it. One of the burners stopped working on our stove and he never came to fix it. And other things like that....
Now, when we moved out it was spotless, and we are yet to hear from him (We moved out Sept 31, and now it's Nov 27). We've called, left messages, and sent certified mail, which he has not picked up. His phone is on so I assume he is not dead. Anyhow. Craig Thornton = untrustworthy bastard, so don't rent from him.
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| "Well, I don't understand how you can go so long without a cigarette," she responds in a tone of reproach. Because work is what you do for others; smoking is what you do for yourself. I don't know why the antismoking crusaders have never grasped the element of defiant self-nurturance that makes the habit so endearing to its victims--as if, in the American workplace, the only thing people have to call their own is the tumors they are nourishing and the spare moments they devote to feeding them. --Barbara Ehrenreich, from Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America
Eh, I have a feeling that there will be a lengthy update soon, but not tonight dear children.
I just got my last-fm set up. We should be friends.
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| Hi.
I don't know about you, but I've become quite the feminist. I'd like someone to discuss with about it. So let me know if you're interested. Otherwise I am working a Xanga entry about it, so I'd appreciate responses to that.
Other business: Let's hang out! Plan a time and I'll be there.
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| I'm outta Morris once this semester is over. I'll be going to the Institute of Production and Recording, probably in March. Let me know if you want to get a place with me in the Cities.
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