Things in life seem less constricting when pantless. Try it: you'll like it.
Monday, May 16, 2005
No. 41
After living in my apartment building for almost four months, they finally put my name on the front door buzzer. So when you come to visit me, come into the breezeway. Look at the buzzer box, and press 41. I just might buzz you in.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
addendum:
go to megan's apartment complex, enter #41 and you don't get megan, you get some jamie or james, or someone, who I'm sure, is not nearly as wonderful as megan.
build our hopes and then, quickly they are dashed. oh, when will the buzzer work?
Sadly, it's true. My buzzer reaches someone that is not me. So, if you're being pursued by a rapist, mugger, or some other undesirable, do not try to seek refuge by running to my building and buzzing me. Jamie won't let you in.
2 comments:
addendum:
go to megan's apartment complex, enter #41 and you don't get megan, you get some jamie or james, or someone, who I'm sure, is not nearly as wonderful as megan.
build our hopes and then, quickly they are dashed. oh, when will the buzzer work?
Sadly, it's true. My buzzer reaches someone that is not me. So, if you're being pursued by a rapist, mugger, or some other undesirable, do not try to seek refuge by running to my building and buzzing me. Jamie won't let you in.
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