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Slightly neurotic (but cute!) singleton looking for adventure, finical stability, and some delusion of meaning. With much thought in the topic of sincerity and the occasional film review.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Last night, I was walking to my apartment building. There were fire trucks there. I found out that they were responding to a call from my floor, which is not what anyone wants to hear. Well, that, I thought, would cut my stay in England pretty damn short. It turned out to be a gas leak, except that it wasn't. It was really, a badly plugged up toilet. But they had to break down one of the flat doors to find that out.


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