The date of my RTB hearing has passed. And the verdict is…
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My re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-resettlement.
Metropolis.
This ransom note-style message can be found inside the kitchen cabinet. The cabinet I use to store my food, to be exact. Although not my doing, I see it as a whimsical touch to the otherwise crummy unit.
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The next time somebody insists that landlords provide a service, I’m going to punt them to the moooooooon.
Even if it’s in the form of an online comment, I’ll track them down: I’d be doing society a bigger favour.
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“My grandma owns Disneyland.” –Karlie circa 1992.
This post is not much about the Karlie I knew, but the Karlie I’m getting to know. We grew up together and tragically fell out of contact upon my completion of high school due to quintessential Teen Drama. We’d meant to get together since our chance encounter at my workplace last summer.
COVID and assorted excuses meant our reunion didn’t happen until three Saturdays ago. Our initial reunion went well enough that we re-reunited on the 25th. She had the idea to create her amusement park in the middle of Durrance Lake. With Unicorn Island as the main attraction.
Here’s the before picture:
And here’s the after picture:
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