I want to move out of this fucking shithole so badly. They never fix anything. (Yes the screen door that was slashed back at the beginning of the year is still not fixed.) Unreasonable 'surprise rules' that aren't actually documented anywhere. Plus the assholes downstairs with constant dogs barking.

What about the person who followed us home from Walmart after filming us there in the parking lot? I should have a reasonable expectation of safety & this camera doesn't look into any other units, shine light into units or film anything that isn't a public space. Fucking miss me with your bullshit.

You know the incident we had the cops out here investigating because it kind of made us not feel safe. Or the fact we've had increasing numbers of people fucking with the door in the middle of the night & yeeting before we open it? We didn't put up the camera for heeheefunsies. It's for our safety.

The phrase "However, I feel as adults, a conversation about it is the right way to start." Which is followed by a 'if you don't do what I say I'll write up a violation.' That's hardly a fucking adult conversation. Did you miss the part where our screen door was intentionally cut by someone?

Absolutely. I understand that feeling so much and honestly when I'm done with the clean/organize it does seem to make me feel at least a little bit better.

He's an absolute sweetheart and just loves when the table gets festive. The little vintage style tree ornament/wax warmer there are his favorites I think.

Nothing wrong with loving that. It's a holiday tradition but only the jellied for me. Not the whole berries or whatever else.