I tend to think of your storage room as kin to The Luggage, only with less of a tendency towards violence.
Yeah, pretty much. Tonight we get to play the "What skirt is going to appear at the top of the pile" game, which is part of how I decide what I wear out dancing.
Bug, is everything okay?
(Jilli, I hope I didn't offend in your lj yesterday.)
Oh, she's just up to her old crazy tricks.
(Jilli, I hope I didn't offend in your lj yesterday.)
Pffft! No, not at all. Don't even worry about it.
Oh, she's just up to her old crazy tricks.
Did you give her my message? (reminder= "PFFFT!")
She went on this tirade about us making sure to take all of our stuff. It was weird.
I wish Jilli had magic clothes for me.
Ok, you totally need to trap her.
Call her back and say, "Oh we had all of our stuff out of there last week!" and then see if she admits to being in there again.
Tell her to save her tirade until the lease is up and all to fuck off.