Pax Letale

Yo neighbors.

I decided I'm going to marathon the absolute most fucked up horror movies ever. Except I need some practical advice on which to add to my list.

List so far:

- Cannibal Holocaust
- Salo
- Last House on the Left (original, obviously)
- August Undergrounds Mordum
- Audition

So, what am I missing?

Brilliant!

Hi everyone - it's taken me a few days to settle in, but I think the apartment is finally starting to take shape.

I know some of you, and I look forward to meeting the rest of you as soon as your able.

For the record, I'm Lia, I've just moved in, and I'm a little in love with the space.

So what's everyone up to this weekend? Anything happening in Anaheim, or are you going somewhere more exotic?

I hate this. No, seriously. I hate this. I don't think I've ever even really hated anything in my life. Not seriously.

I'm two steps...okay, maybe less than two steps even, from dropping out so this pile of books stops mocking me. I could make a fort out of them instead. In the middle of the living room.

Though I guess it would be harder to hide from these damned things if I'm eating Cheez-Its in a fortress made of them. Damn it.



...Why does homework have to be so hard to do? Who has the time to pay attention to

So I know that even though it's only the first week of August, summer's well on its way out. Which means that most people have no incentive to start a new work-out regiment because you can't very well wear bikinis to Thanksgiving dinner. But! I'm going to be starting a new cardio circuit soon and was wondering if any of you wanted a running partner. It's nice to have a partner even though you aren't really talking or interacting during the run, for motivation and stuff. I really don't like running, so I'd kind of like to have another person who isn't afraid to hit me when I'm slacking off.

I was thinking about planning a route that includes a bit on the beach. Running on soft sand is great for strength and power in the legs, and it also includes the upper body a bit more than other surfaces. So if you see this and are interested, drop me a message! My name is Riley, for the new people I've seen moving in and the not-so-new people that might have forgotten. Thanks!

Misfortune usually picks other people to fuck with. People who are ugly, or fat, maybe even retarded. Today, the laws of nature have changed and misfortune has decided to fuck with me. In a harrowing attempt to fix this stitch in space/time, I'll be being uncharacteristically nice. Maybe.

So my car is fucked up, making some rattling noise, and I know it means my baby is sick. My precious, fast, shiny baby that can cut people off in L.A. traffic effortlessly. Usually I know what's going on with my cars, since I'm a genius, but this is a new one I bought last month and haven't gave a shit to learn about since I'm studying other things.

Anyone know about cars around here or what?

Does anyone here happen to have some cold medicine? It seems that it's one of those things that you just can't get delivered.

To everyone that stopped by the exhibit, thank you. If I did not notice you were there, my apologies. It was an exciting, yet somewhat stressful experience, and I do hope to have the chance to hold one again in the future.

To those here that purchased a piece on exhibit, please leave me a message so I can arrange to deliver the piece at your convenience.

And to the lovely woman in the Penthouse. Might we arrange a time so I might visit?

Again. Thank you.

If anyone was planning on stopping by the gallery today, just letting you know I won't be there.

I need to take a day off. Lots of things to think about.

FUCK THE WEEKEND. JESUS CHRIST. I should never hate Saturday and Sunday as much as I hate Monday, for fuck's sake.

How many of you here work at the parks? I know there's at least a few of you. We need to have like a barbecue or something on the beach sometime, chill with beer, bitch about how much we hate our jobs, throw rocks at seagulls. I'm not bringing any food, though, and somebody else has to cook because giving me a hand at a barbecue is a bad fucking idea, trust me. I've got a couple spare six packs around to donate. Who's with me?

Simon,

I'm sure you're busy preparing for your opening, but I have my apartment set up and would like to talk to you about purchasing a painting, whenever you have a free moment. If it would be more convenient, I can drop by your showing and we can discuss it then, though I'd like to have you look at the rest of my decor so you'll have an idea on what would suit it. Please let me know, at the moment I'm available at almost any hour.

[Around the building, there are several fliers posted here and there]

Okay, I didn't get a chance to do this yesterday, so I'm Chris. I like loud movies, loud music, and not being woken up early on my very fucking rare days off, so if you've got a problem with any of that, buy earplugs and don't drop shit on my ceiling.

okay now what the fuck else do i say OH YEAH The rusted silver piece of shit Civic out in the parking lot? Mine. Scratch it, dent it, shove it into the street, whatever, and I run you over. Got it? Good.

[After several men begin work in #103, tearing out the carpet and replacing it with hardwood, putting in new cupboards and setting up to replace countertops and some similar bathroom upgrades. They play Top 40 hits pretty loudly, and along with the sound of buzz saws and male conversation, stray notes escape out of the windows out in every direction.]

Sorry about the ruckus.

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Thanks, these are really great.

They can't seriously think we want to

Just because we live in a building together does not mean we can be fri

Fine. Whatever. Let's just get this over wi

Hi. Just moved in. Second floor. I'd say you should mind the boxes and noise if there were any, but there isn't. Alas.

If you're in the market for some original art, hit me up. Just ask for Simon.

And. If there's any other reason you should need me, just knock. I'm usually around.

might as well make some attempt to be social

It's a new day.

My name's Roy. I, like everyone else, obviously, am a new resident in this freshly finished building.

Buildings like this one, that get remodeled and then opened to the public, make me wonder about the people living in them. Do they come for the history, or the clean surfaces over the history?

Something to think about.