Remember Evil Jonathan from TAR? Well he and his lovely wife are on Fear Factor and check out the the featured clip on the nbc website.

Good LORD.

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So this morning I marched over to the office and maintenance manager did not know that no one had been to my apartment. She then scrambled back to the office to get someone, and I had a nice chat with Bob, the crew supervisor about honesty and communication and how he was understaffed. He told me straight up that they were running into all sorts of complications that kept pushing the schedule back. I said that was fine, I just needed to be told that and not be given bad or misleading info. He agreed. I now have his card. Manager came back with a nice man named Walter in tow. Today is Walter's first day of employment at the complex. He returned with me to the apartment, talked to Mister Kitty and I left him there. He said it looks like it just needs recharging, but he was going to check everything else out as well (it had been having issues with the compressor not shutting off.) Worst case scenario is I end up with a stupid unit hogging my balcony.

Next week, I'll be calling corporate in New Jersey and give them some feedback (also in prep for submitting this month's electric bill to them. And in case any of the rest of the summer's usage is out of whack.)

So. Maybe this is done.

Ahrg.

Thunderstorm last night was AWESOME. More, please.

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Lee! Hi! How does the office moving go?

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I love when sara gets all assertive and ass-kicky.

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Go, sarameg!

I am not licensed in your state and so canna represent you in a criminal matter in its courts. But if you can get the matter transferred to Buffistas!Court then sure. I'm thinking you won't have too much trouble there -- you'll know the jurors and the judge.

You have 19 years to prepare, woman. I suppose I could just take him to your city for his 25th birthday, and pop him in the nose right there. The Buffistas are far too victims' rights oriented (and inclined, upon occasion, to sing Kumbayah), and although they currently recognize my extreme victimosity, who's to say they won't all be senile by then?

We could open a Bronze Kangaroo Court, though.

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Possibly my last-ever live daytime tv update: I am LOVING Vince Vaughn on the Ellen show, talking about being with his sisters while they gave birth. Cute!

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I haven't had a chance to tell you Cindy, but I am so sorry that you had to go through the It was White and Square and Looked like a Tooth, so I Swallowed It thing! How scary! It seems like it must have been a wad of wet toilet paper...

Also, I am finally back at work. My foot is still swollen, but it hurts tons less. I wish I could poke a hole in it and let all the water or plasma or whatever the hell is in there out, though

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I really have to plot out this sort of thing or else I'll devolve into YOU ARE SO STUPID YOU BIG STUPIDHEAD.

At least I'm a little too good about planning ahead.

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Thanks, Sophia. He's a little teensy bit warm today, and I have to keep telling myself that doesn't automatically equal e.coli infection and automatic kidney failure. He says he feels (and in fact is acting) perfectly fine.

It seems like it must have been a wad of wet toilet paper...

Yes, actually we've been leaning toward baked potato remains that probably fell off his clothing.

Also, I am finally back at work. My foot is still swollen, but it hurts tons less. I wish I could poke a hole in it and let all the water or plasma or whatever the hell is in there out, though

You poor, poor, woman. Is it more swollen, or the same or less? Are you supposed to be back, already?

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Lee! Hi! How does the office moving go?

Ummm... I've thrown away some stuff.

I have until next Thursday though, so I should be good.

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