my house

that's not really my house....

but here are reasons i love my apartment building.

1. one of six working  pay phones exists across the street from my building. which means half of the east side looking to do drug deals hangs out around my street.  (explains why mine and patrick's bikes were stolen)

2.  there is a man hired by the renting company whose sole job is to vacuum the hallways, mop the basement, and hold the door open for me when i attempt to carry my bike into the building.

3.  this man (i assume) also puts glade plug-ins in the sockets of the hallways so our building doesn't smell like food and people and garbage like most apartment buildings.

4.  people say hi to you and small talk with you.  granted i hate small talk, but it's nice to be acknowledged.

5.  there are no screens on our windows so threatening patrick with the idea of me throwing his "babies" (aka xbox 360 and playstation 3) out the window is that much more believable.

6.  one of the tenants sits on the front steps doing random things. talking on her phone, petting her dog, painting her toenails.  

7.  douchebags spill their iced coffee from starbucks in the elevator, right in front of the door where everyone will step in it and don't bother to clean it up.

8.  the elevator never goes straight to the basement.  it always stops on the first floor for at least thirty seconds.

9.  people leave mats outside their door and shoes and they never get stolen.