Ah, good. All is well with you nether-bloggers. Oh, Nat, I'm glad you still drink instead of doing papers. You're cute when you procrastinate. Jen and Paul, visit me when you're in Cleveland, dammit. Please? In other news, the first-floor apartment in my house has become available because, creepily, the guy who was living there died in some enigmatic "accident" in California. This guy's been giving me (and the two other women who live in the house) the willies for months. Willie-inducing activity (I found out a lot of this information by talking to my landlady and doing some online sleuthing): Monday, my landlady called me and said that he had died "under mysterious circumstances." What the hell. Anyway, the bottom line is that I'm thinking about moving in down there. It has loads more room than my little place, plus I'd actually have a porch. Zack says it's eerie to move into a dead guy's apartment. The idea doesn't much bother me. Anyone have an opinion?
1. He had moved to Cleveland from California with a) no job; b) no car; c) few possessions.
2. He paid his security deposit and rent in cash.
3. He never left his house except, it seems, to purchase thousands of dollars' worth of expensive electronic equipment, none of which anyone living in the house ever saw him moving in, leading me to believe that he was doing it all under the cover of night.
4. There were odd banging and pounding noises coming from his apartment at all hours.
5. He was in the process of legally changing his surname to that of the captain from one of the spinoff 'Star Trek' series.
6. He was still on probation from a 2001 incident wherein he was convicted of carrying a concealed weapon with "intent to cause harm."
7. He kept unscrewing all the light bulbs in the common stairwell of our house.
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