mr. furley just pounded on my door to remind me to move my car before 9 a.m. tomorrow. winter has officially begun.

as i was leaving for work shortly after 7 this morning (afterall i was awake and all), i ran into mr. furley in the lobby. about the time i noticed mr. furley, i noticed an ambulance in the parking lot.
“what’s going on?”
“oh, there was a drunk resident causing trouble this morning. so i called the [...]

mr. furley just came knocking on my door. whenever anybody knocks on my door my heart immediately starts pounding against my chest. mostly because it’s so surprising. . . yeah, i need more visitors.
it seems sarg down the hall died. i felt so bad for mr. furley, he’s bringing around a card for everyone in [...]

i am boring these past few days. i am not sure what the problem is. not that i am feeling bad or anything, just sorta blah. i am not sure what my damage is. maybe it’s the thunderstormy weather sucking all my creative juices or something.
mr. furley asked me if i got a new car [...]

grrr. . . i’ve been very, recently rudely-awakened from my recuperative slumber by mr. furley. i know mr. furley means well. he did after all, save my car from the perp who was trying to steal my vintage fast-food bag collection. i know he means well. . . when he stops me in the hall [...]