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Saturday, September 17, 2005

Of fire alarms and new friends...

So some asshole decided to pull my complex’s fire alarm at 1am: Which of course led me to the discovery that we have a central alarm system that is so piercing it could wake the dead. In the middle of watching Morales get his ass kicked by Raheem in a shocking boxing match the alarm went off and I like all the other residents of our complex had to leave our apartments because the noise was ear splitting and impossible to handle inside an apartment. But every cloud has a silver lining, I ended up meeting a tonne of my neighbors and we all kicked it (if you are a savvy reader you will note the time of this post) till 4am so I guess the alarm going off was not the worst thing in the world and it allowed me to meet some new friends.

2 comments:

Maria Elisa said...

s'pose you want another apology? I might have to start taking this personally. :) Hope your jaw feels better sweets.

Cali J said...

Haha. No, to the apology; no, to taking it personally and; yes, the jaw feels better though I have not taken a pain killer since thursday night.

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Cali-J ueber alles in der Welt. Some think that I am mean; (I call them friends), in fact I am not that mean. What I am is sarcastic and dry to the sandpaper level. I have friends that I have never said a kind word to their face, but I praise to the ends of the earth to anyone I know and will defend them to the end. That’s just how I roll! My boys know that I am down for them, my girls know that no matter what I will keep them safe (and occasionally flirt with them [If you are a female friend of mine and think I haven’t flirted with you it just means you didn’t notice, it was extremely subtle or…not yet ]). No one is safe from my sarcasm even my own parents; hence of course as a kid I spent a significant amount of time in punishment. I treat people with respect if I think they deserve it – everyone starts off with the same amount of respect from me (a lot). You don’t need to earn my respect; you have to keep my respect.