Pax Letale

Where did my husband go?

Here's a story about a man named Mirza who came home from work to be horrified. I was on the first floor and I noticed 'well hell, looks a lot like a dig site from before my father retired from being an Egyptologist, only brand new.' And then I opened up a Qebehsenuef canopic jar that I saw laying about. THERE REALLY WERE INTESTINES IN THERE.

Thankfully, I made it up to my apartment (in a fucking... I don't even know!) before vomiting.

The end.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS BUILDING

Hello, everyone! I'm so sorry it took me a day or two to get to this but things have been crazy! Which, I guess, is me being redundant obvious and making excuses. Moving is always crazy. Even if you've done it as much as I have. I should be old hat it by now.

I will say this is the most wonderfully interesting building I've lived in, though. It's gorgeous and has such character. I've never been able to see the beach from my bed before - such a wonderful way to wake up! I think I'm going to have to leave my curtains open all the time just so that can be the first thing I see every morning. Well, almost all the time. A girl needs a bit of privacy every now and then. ;-)

Anyway, my name is Kamillah Boisvert but I don't mind if you call me Kami. It's easier and shorter and sounds just as pretty, I think. I work over at Disney. I like to bake and pretty much do it all the time so you should really let me know if you have any allergies. I even have a vegan brownie recipe that I've been too scared to try but if that floats your boat, I will try it! I like the color purple and girly drinks with umbrellas in them and sunflowers. I like dogs and cats equally but I have yet to meet a reptile that makes me comfy.

Whoops! The timer just went. I hope you all like chocolate chip cookies. First come, first serve - I'll see you in the lobby! <3

Is this working?   Kinda surprised when I heard there was like, an online group for the building, but I totally thought it'd be on Facebook.  I have no idea how this kind of thing works, actually not on my computer much (totally more into my iPhone, gotta figure out how to access this place from there.)  Friend me on Facebook if you got one!  Amrit Nikesh, the first one in the search, the profile pic is of me looking good, making an invisible pass.  Location still says SF but I've been down in this area for like a few months now.  Needed to get the job before I could start really swaggering around (but goddamn did I get one!  Already seen some of the other D-land peeps around here.)

Oh yeah, hey to everyone else!  I only ran into a few people on the elevators while getting my stuff in, but I already got the feeling everyone here is chill. And so I'll say this straight cause I play like that, but tell me guys, who's got the good parties here?  Like, I heard the apartments at the top are total swank but got no clue if the people up there are down for a good time or what....Private message me if you got to.  You can do that on this forum thing, right?

Dude okay, I got to finish up painting my kitchen.  I just got this chili red paint that would knock you on your ass.  Keeping my windows and doors open (you can come in through the door, you know, if you want to look at everything.  Though if you want to come in through the window that'd be awesome too, haha I got rock-climbing rope). 

That title makes me feel like this is Mrs. Frisby and The Rats of NIMH and I'm Mrs. F. But it was moving day just two days ago. My building was full on condemned for no other reason than... It was about to collapse! Yeah, 'cause that's totally a minor thing. So now that I've gotten my computer set up - as I have no lappy and no cell phone (WOE!) - I can do... things now! So glad my boss gave me time off work even if that means less money.

List of things to do:
1. Sort out wardrobe - Weekend task?
2. Call repair shop - will I have enough for groceries and for a new key/lock combo for the Gremlin?
3. Start a savings jar for a new car - why am I driving a GREMLIN?
4. Practice for work!

Further infos, Hello! I'm Mirza Naji in #402. If my music gets too loud just pound on a wall or bang in the door. Just please don't call the cops.

Also also: Never move boxes in heels. I swear to god, my feet are bruised or something from it. Worst idea EVER. I just like feeling tall...er and having the knowledge that if some horrible person comes chasing me down the street and... I get pinned or something, I have a weapon! Although god forbid I have to run in heels. Can you imagine? Speaking of shoes, anyone know any good shoe websites? I need something in green. If I can afford it after I fix Grem-Grems.

Found: Pair of fancy-looking shoes left in the lobby. They’re black with a spikey kind of heel and strappy things. Not sure if that’s going to help at all? They look pretty new. Oh, and they say YSL on the inside. Should have mentioned that first. I’m assuming that’s a brand and not someone’s initials. Probably should have maybe re-written this, but my delete key’s on the fritz and half of the time it deletes everything I write. No idea why I added that last bit. Can’t delete any of this, damn it. Anyway, yes. So, if you’re missing some shoes even though you’d think they’d stay on your feet or else you’d know they were gone?, I have them in apartment 106. Ask for Evangeline, or Evan, because … that’s my name. I'm new here, so ... come get your shoes. Okay. No, no, Evan. Please. Sound more retarded. Have a nice day!

Hullo, building. My name is Brighid, and I’ve just moved in to 705. I’ll apologize in advance for keeping odd hours for a bit. There’s an eight-hour difference between here and home that I’m trying to adjust to before school starts. I’ll be starting classes as a freshman at Cal State Fullerton soon, and if anyone has suggestions on the best way to get to and from campus while I try to muddle through the process of getting a driving licence here, I welcome them.

I guess that’s it for now. Sure I’ll be running into some of you eventually.

Sláinte.

Tell me I'm not the only one who felt the earthquake last night. Chingadera falling over, almost bonked me on the head.

Major apologies to anyone who’s gone through the lobby and the first floor in the past 15 minutes. I couldn’t resist a little run around on the beach. I promise to sweep up any sand I left in my wake. Just need to unpack and find the damn the thing.

Yes, unpack, as I’m very new here. It’s little weird to introduce myself on this thing. My general rule about social sites is to meet someone in person first before I click add but I’m game to try something new. I’m Cassie. I just moved into 107. What else do people sa I’m an oceanographer and yes, I’m still loving Shark Week. Or I was until I cut the lines and packed up my TV. I’m hoping it’ll be back up today. The cable guy’s got another 2 hours to show up. Fingers crossed.

Hmm. Anything el All the heavy stuff’s been taken in so I shouldn’t be making any more loud noises. Sorry to anyone we bothered earlier. The movers almost dropped the fridge. Not cool. If you want to come down and say hello in a more traditional matter, my door is wide open. Putting faces to usernames is always good.

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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

To the owner of a silver Honda Civic in the parking lot,

my dog might have pissed on your tires. sry.

But they look pretty clean now.

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?

And just when I'd started to wonder how I was going to manage an entire summer of classes, life just throws herself at me.

Now if only that were literal. Hmm...I wonder what Life would look li--

OH RIGHT. Hello to what I'm sure are my very charming not-so-roommates. Floormates? Building-mates? Needs a new word there, "neighbor" sounds far too...Sesame Street. Whatever. I'm Dorian, I just moved in on the third floor, and I might have been tempted to say I wanted to apologize in advance for the noise...

But I'm really not sorry. In any case, you'll learn to love it~