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Thursday, December 01, 2005

I've been working for days on a proposal for work. I've been working on this - that is, deciding on what the project actually is, the action plan, the budget, etc, etc - and writing and rewriting and my brain feels like it is inside out. Proposal writing is one thing, but government proposal writing is another thing altogether. Every word has to be just so. Eventually, you lose the spirit of your intended project, and the proposal becomes a jumbled mess of catchwords and, well, bullshit.

But anyway.

Two things I have been hiding in my apartment have no been uncovered - namely, my boyfriend, and my cat. The dryer in our building is kaput and the electrical box is in my apartment. So, whenever a fuse is blown or anything else electric happens in the building, someone has to come in my apartment and get to the fuse box. So, because they needed to disconnect the power to fix the dryer, my landlord and her husband have had to enter my apartment, when I wasn't there. So, after all my careful hiding and sneaking around, they are aware of everything. Not really sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I guess I know if/when I get an eviction notice.

In other news, it is our 2-year anniversary this weekend. I expect things to be low-key, since Glamour Girl has avoided my request for a foursome with her and her boyfriend. Damn. It will probably be a homecooked meal, or perhaps Indian food out, and dessert at home, if you get my drift.



-- posted by Jenn at Thursday, December 01, 2005

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HELLO!

In fact, I raised your request with DNA Boy at the dinner table just last evening.

His eyes got as big as saucers.

Then, in a breathless whisper, he said: "Where do they live?"

Then we had very very hot sex. To you and the cigarette girl (she sells cigarettes. But she is HOT! And, according to DNA Boy, has inquired after me. Which made him go all red and embarrassed.)

By Blogger Cool Girl Rocks!, at 10:11 PM  

yeah, your landlord isn't allowed to enter your apartment without at least 24 hours notice, so if she gives you grief, you can remind her of that, and that nobody has complained about either of your secrets, so if she hadn't broken the rules, everyone would still be happily in the dark.
frigging landlords.

By Blogger Jallápenno, at 11:12 AM  

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