Bobbie came by the office today and announced to me that she didn't like Bonnie (who has just moved in to the apartment next door). She told me she wasn't friendly at all. I find this interesting since she already knew Bonnie, seeing had lived here before and that Bobbie had just come to me last week and thanked me for giving her such a nice neighboor.
Bobbie gave me a nice example of how she is losing her mind today. She started telling me about people who had died in the apartment. According to Karen, only one person has died here. Bobbie told me it was three. She also started describing to me how she found one of them. But right in the middle of this, she switched to talking about staying at Mildred's apartment. 180 degree twist. Just like that. So I got to hear all about how Mildred lost her eye by crashing through a glass table. I don't know if this is true or not. It might be. Who knows?
I don't know if I've ever rooted for the Raiders before, but against the Chargers, I might just have to pretend I'm not a Raider Hater. Honestly, the Raiders have been terrible for awhile. Donkey fans have much more reason to despise the Chargers.
Anna just found out that one of her bridesmaids is now pregnant. Anyone remember Chelsey? That's kind of weird but not terribly weird. Anna and I have discussed before which of our friends we thought would get pregnant first. Chelsey may or may not have been discussed, but she wasn't our first guess. I won't tell you who was though. You can wonder yourselves.
I'm thirsty. I accidently left my bottle of AriZona Pomegranate Green Tea out of the refrigerator all day so that it's not cold. I'm sad.
Anna likes taking pictures and videos of her animals. She likes her animals. She doesn't like to take pictures or videos of me. She doesn't like me.
Daulton was alright today. He asked if I had ear plugs he could use while he vacuumed. I didn't.
Dark blue.
I've discovered Hulu. I am impressed with how well it works. I'm just sad that they only carry five episodes of any one show.
The Rockies are depressing me right now.
My wife is really cute. It's sad that she doesn't like me.
The two weirdest things to me about having pets are these: you let animals run around inside your dwelling, and you willingly pick up their poop. Weird.
And yet Anna still likes animals more than me, even though I know how to use a toilet.
I'll take a shower tonight, eventually.
I hate Tim Lincecum.
I feel kind of funny.
This thirst is getting the best of me. I'm going to go find something to drink after I reveal another resident to you. And as I noted in my last post, I got a little over eager with Mildred and skipped apartment 110.
Apartment 110: Phyllis
I don't see Phyllis much. I'm not sure what she spends her days doing, but whatever it is, it isn't here. She looks to be in her late sixties. She's relatively tall, with that lusterless hair that old people get even when it hasn't turned gray. She likes country music. I've heard her blasting it through the building. I get the sense that she's not very bright. I don't really have anything specific to point to, but she just comes off as being pretty dull. I did discover from Karen some enteresting things about Phyllis. Phyllis has a hyphenated last name, at least according to HUD. When Karen was showing me how to take care of rent and some of the paperwork things, she explained to me that Phyllis had moved into the building as a married woman. She and her husband shared the apartment. Well, her husband was arrested for molesting their great-grandson on premises. He is currently in jail. And she has since divorced him and taken back her maiden name. Apparently, HUD doesn't like name changes. So everytime I have Phyllis sign anything, I have to make sure she uses both last names. (and yes, if you were paying attention: I said Phyllis is in her late sixties, and she has great-grand kids. That just seems weird to me.) Phyllis' kids are white trash. One daughter looks disturbingly like Phyllis. I mean, she is Phyllis twenty years ago. The other daughter actually applied for the position I hold now. I heard about the application when I first came here, but low and behold, I found the application in one of my desk drawers, so I have seen it myself. The thing is completely hand written. She listed four previous work experiences. Three of them concluded with some version of "I was fired because they falsely accused me of stealing money." Three times. I'm not kidding. I've seen her too. She's got a bleeding heart tattoo that looks like it was done in prison, only worse. I'm grateful I haven't seen Phyllis' children more often than I have. They scare me. I'm afraid they'll bust into the office looking for money to feed their drug habits.
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