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[06 Nov 2006|10:14am] |
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It's chilly...
It's cloudy....
And it looks like it could rain...
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| A Crappy Start To A Crappy Day |
[06 Nov 2006|10:15am] |
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Got up early...
Got laundry together...
My Mom smashed my glasses ...
She put the laundry basket full of clothes on them...
Guess she didn't see them sitting there ...
The right lens popped out...
The frames were bent all to Hell...
These are my only pair of glasses...
It's going to be one of those days....
Managed to get the glasses back together...
But....
They are still bent...
The lens has a gouge/scratch in it...
Gee...
Thanks Mom!
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| And The Day Keeps Getting Worse... |
[06 Nov 2006|02:47pm] |
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And just when you thought it couldn't get any worse....
It did....
Was sitting here blogging this morning no less...
When Bus Lady came home across the hall...
She doesn't work any more..
Her b/f does...
Part time...
Anywho....
She slammed her door and began to rant and rave...
You couldn't really understand her...
But she wasn't happy...
Let's put it that way....
Seems...
According to the office...
B/c my Mom called them...
That Bus Lady got a notice on Friday about her apt...
Seems that they deemed her apt messy....
Gee don't need to be a brain surgeon to see that...
The place is a pig sty....
So the office sent her a letter about this...
She spoke with the maintenance man who sent her the letter today...
She actually had the nerve to lay the blame on her dirty ass apt on us!
That's right you heard me correctly...
That bitch tried to blame me and my Mom for that mess...
Mind you we have not set foot in that apt since August 1st...
So you tell me how we are to blame for this?
They sprayed for bugs last month on the 23rd...
It was then that the maintenance man went in there..
And it was trashed...
It's always trashed...
Food on the floor...
Empty soda cans and bottles everywhere...
Cigarette ashtrays so full they are spilling everywhere...
Not including the dirty dishes and other assorted trash everywhere...
Plus dirty clothes scattered from here to kingdom come...
Yet, my Mom and I are to blame for this?
Someone really needs a fucking reality check.
She was swearing up and down that we had a hand in this...
I could care less what her apt looks like or what she does...
She needs to realize this....
She is the cause for her own mess...
Here is what I figure her day is like...
She gets up in the AM...
Takes the older 2 brats to school...
Comes home...
Takes the b/f to work...
Comes home...
Takes a nap until after 2 PM...
Gets up...
Goes to pick up brats from school...
Comes home...
Pretends that she is Mommy of the year....
And then 20 mins before the b/f comes home or she goes to pick him up...
She actually freaking cleans....
Half assed mind you..
Up the middle...
The other day they took out 4, count em, 4 big black hefty bags of trash...
Who knows when the last time that they did laundry...
I could go on and on...
But needless to say we, my Mom and I, were scapegoats once again for the Shit People out here...
She was ranting about calling the owners...
Raving about suing someone...
The bitch is sue happy...
But luckily for all of us...
The lawyers laugh in her face...
So that is how my day has gone thus far...
Could it get any worse?
::wants to crawl into bed and cover her head::
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| Adrienne Shelly Update -Homicide |
[06 Nov 2006|07:43pm] |
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At about 5:45 p.m on Nov. 1, 2006, Shelly's husband found her hanging by a bedsheet from a shower rod in the bathtub of an Abingdon Square apartment in the West Village section of Manhattan's Greenwich Village. Shelley, who lived in Tribeca, used the apartment as an office and sublet it as a domicile to a friend. Ostrow had dropped her off at between 10 and 10:30 a.m. that day, and as the building's doorman told journalists, "He hadn't heard from her and he said it was odd not to hear from her, so he was nervous. And he asked me to go up to the apartment with him, so we went to the front door, and it was unlocked".
An autopsy was performed the following day. Although an apparent suicide, no note was found and the New York City Police Department were suspicious of shoe prints in the bathtub that did not match Shelly's shoes. Shelly's husband also indicated that there was money missing from Shelly's wallet.
Press reports on Nov. 6 said police had arrested a construction worker who had allegedly confessed to killing her after she complained about the noise he was making in the building.
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