My little three story building is just high enough, thankyouverymuch, and it has a personality to match. A little Jewish grandfather of a building, with it's creaky arthritic doors and it's saggy windows. The sort of building that will slip you a twenty when you need it, quietly whispering not to let your mother know where it came from and to not be such a schmuck about your money the next time. No correction here; just.... i LOVE this... i LOVE it!! *grin* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today, when I shove my key into my mailbox, the skinny fake gold door with my apartment number on it sprang open with an audible shunk,... (( maybe some kinda punctuation to help that poor little "shunk" have a life of its' own? Like *shunk* or !shunk! or ~shunk~ or something to help set it apart as a sound, for the sake of the reader?)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This one was a nice sky blue, the after the rain sky blue, or the early morning aren't you glad to be alive sky blue. The blue was interspersed with faint clouds, floating across the four inch by four inch face, and the flap on the back had a little rainbow arcing from one side to the other. (( *LOL*!!!! It's from me!!!!!! )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I shook the envelope because it seemed to be off balance in my hand. One end seemed heavier than the other. I heard the sound of something inside going 'shook, shook'. (( oh SURE! 'shook, shook' gets punctuation! Bloody FAVORTISM!!)) My fingers traced the slight bulge of the whatever it was. Not a clue, there, bud, my fingers reported back. You're just gonna have to open it to find out. ((Need some kinda punctuation for finger reports, too, maybe?? Just sayin'!! *grin*)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The entry way was a four by eight room, with black and white linoleum for carpet. A yellowish light, which burned night and day and had not been changed since Taft was president, hung by a double wire from the ceiling. (( you are creeping me out here... i am expecting roaches..... *shudder*)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ oh.. *L* Next line is about BUGS! *L*
My apartment was on the second floor, squeezed between the third and the first, which meant I had to climb another fat man's misery of stairs and walk down a permanently lit bright electric white hallway to a faded orange door (( of course, it *might* have been red... hard to know for SURE... *L* )) marked 2E. The floor was hardwood, and nobody, wearing thick woolen socks and no shoes or having no feet at all, could wander those halls without being heard. They could try floating above the hall floor, but I'd want to see them try. Just so I could say I'd seem someone float. ((Squeaky doesn't cover it, huh? )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My apartment was one room. It was handily bedroom, dining room, and living room all in one. Granted, I didn't do much entertaining there, but it was clean and held everything I owned, except the VW. It was barely big enough to swing a cat in, not that I would ever try. The zapper in the entry way was a jealous mistress, after all. Still, it was mine and the rent was absurdly cheap. (( well DUH! *L* )) This was a hard place to get into and after seeing it, most sane people would just wander away, shaking their heads in amazed sadness. (( Sadness?? I should think SOME people would be sad not to get in, but MOST people would hurry right off, making a big production of lining-thru THAT ad in their list..... *L*)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Huh. There is something kinda heeby-jeeby going down here.... *shudder* You draw heeby-jeeby like a heeby-jeeby magnet, you know that? *L* Oh well. We all loves ya, anyway. We stand by ya. So there.
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Date: 2009-04-07 03:42 pm (UTC)No correction here; just.... i LOVE this... i LOVE it!! *grin*
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Today, when I shove my key into my mailbox, the skinny fake gold door with my apartment number on it sprang open with an audible shunk,... (( maybe some kinda punctuation to help that poor little "shunk" have a life of its' own? Like *shunk* or !shunk! or ~shunk~ or something to help set it apart as a sound, for the sake of the reader?))
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This one was a nice sky blue, the after the rain sky blue, or the early morning aren't you glad to be alive sky blue. The blue was interspersed with faint clouds, floating across the four inch by four inch face, and the flap on the back had a little rainbow arcing from one side to the other.
(( *LOL*!!!! It's from me!!!!!! ))
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I shook the envelope because it seemed to be off balance in my hand. One end seemed heavier than the other. I heard the sound of something inside going 'shook, shook'. (( oh SURE! 'shook, shook' gets punctuation! Bloody FAVORTISM!!)) My fingers traced the slight bulge of the whatever it was. Not a clue, there, bud, my fingers reported back. You're just gonna have to open it to find out. ((Need some kinda punctuation for finger reports, too, maybe?? Just sayin'!! *grin*))
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The entry way was a four by eight room, with black and white linoleum for carpet. A yellowish light, which burned night and day and had not been changed since Taft was president, hung by a double wire from the ceiling.
(( you are creeping me out here... i am expecting roaches..... *shudder*))
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ oh.. *L* Next line is about BUGS! *L*
My apartment was on the second floor, squeezed between the third and the first, which meant I had to climb another fat man's misery of stairs and walk down a permanently lit bright electric white hallway to a faded orange door (( of course, it *might* have been red... hard to know for SURE... *L* )) marked 2E. The floor was hardwood, and nobody, wearing thick woolen socks and no shoes or having no feet at all, could wander those halls without being heard. They could try floating above the hall floor, but I'd want to see them try. Just so I could say I'd seem someone float. ((Squeaky doesn't cover it, huh? ))
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My apartment was one room. It was handily bedroom, dining room, and living room all in one. Granted, I didn't do much entertaining there, but it was clean and held everything I owned, except the VW. It was barely big enough to swing a cat in, not that I would ever try. The zapper in the entry way was a jealous mistress, after all. Still, it was mine and the rent was absurdly cheap. (( well DUH! *L* )) This was a hard place to get into and after seeing it, most sane people would just wander away, shaking their heads in amazed sadness. (( Sadness?? I should think SOME people would be sad not to get in, but MOST people would hurry right off, making a big production of lining-thru THAT ad in their list..... *L*))
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Huh. There is something kinda heeby-jeeby going down here.... *shudder* You draw heeby-jeeby like a heeby-jeeby magnet, you know that? *L* Oh well. We all loves ya, anyway. We stand by ya. So there.