I wake up today to someone pounding on my door. I am not expecting any packages or people so I assume it is for the neighbor. No, pounding continues. I answer door in my jammies and bed hair. Lady from an apartment wants me to move my car over a space because her mother's car died and they need to get their car next to it. I dress, go downstairs, pull out my keys, and Oh they don't need me anymore cause they got it in a different space. What a bitch.
Kitties sniff the boxes while lady comes in form the cold at the front door. They're moving and she is sorry she bothered me. No problem, I had to get up anyway. Well no more cute neighbor to look at coming home from his job. Do you know what it is like to have a crush on a guy and his girfriend (no visible ring) keeps talking to you like a friendly neighbor? At least I finally got his name when she was talking to her mother. Better go. Post later. Bye!
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