So I totally forgot to mention a funny little story about Sunday. I’m sitting at my computer working on Photoshop and someone comes crazily banging on my door. Not knocking on the door, but crazily banging. I ran to the door, quietly as to not let them know I was home, and peeped through the peep hole. I didn’t recognize the person there, so there was NO way I was opening the door.
I am a freak about opening the door for strangers… yet another adverse side affect from crazy stalker Rene.
Anyways… like the instant I saw him he ran off back down there stairs yelling something like, “don’t go back in there!” I went to my bedroom to peep through the blinds to see what was going on outside and I saw smoke and people standing out in the parking lot.
Hmm… is my building on fire? Surely not, or the smoke detectors would have gone off and the sprinklers. Right? For sure right? Ok, well I’ll just ignore these signs and go back to working on my Photoshop project.
I sat there for a while working and then started wondering again if the fire alarm would have gone off. Is it working? What if I burn to death in this building?
Then the fire department shows up. Hm… ok. I start looking around my room for stuff to take with me. What can I not live without? I must take my external hard-drive! It has all my music and scanned photos on it! Oh my God, what else should I take with me? Do I really need to leave? Why hasn’t the fire department come to tell me to get out of the house? Why did they drive up with the sirens off?
So I peek back outside and everyone seems all chill outside and they’re laughing and carrying on. I’m SO not going outside now… all late… “uh.. hey is there like a fire or something… duh.” Nope, going back to my Photoshop project.
Today during lunch I looked up at their balcony (the one right below me) and the corner of their balcony was all burnt and charred. They were obviously barbecuing on the balcony (way illegal) and must have put it too close the wall and not noticed that it caught on fire.
Those people are always on their balcony smoking out (major pot heads). The dumb stoners (no offense to the dumb stoners on my friend’s list) nearly burned my apartment down!
