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maya rodriguez. 24. resident of miami, fl. i’m done with the sob stories and the tales. new chapter, new life, new direction.

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rodriguez-maya:

It’s not really suffering, though, it’s annoying and frustrating. There’s a difference. You are lucky. My landlord is an asshole, in all capital letters. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna up the rent next week sometime, if what his girlfriend tells me is correct.

It is suffering if you aren’t getting enough sleep. I know, thankfully. You know his girlfriend? Are you two friends?

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Usually I run on about 5-6 hours of sleep. Trust me, a few 4am days is nothing. Yes, I do. Somewhat. She feels sorry for me, I think, dealing with his crap all the time.

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rodriguez-maya:

Wouldn’t it be funny if this hurricane is and/or was named after an Erika that you fucked over in a past life, cause then like, it’d almost be as if she was exacting her revenge on you at your weakest moment - returned from a conference!

Sorry, I’m a little out of it at the moment, there’s tons of flooding in my area and I haven’t left the apartment in days.

My only girlfriend was named Erica. I’m guessing that’s where the revenge is coming from. Want me to bring a roll of paper towels?

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Holy shit. I was just playing but now that your ex was actually an Erica - woah. Talk about a trip. Nah, paper towels won't do much, I don't think. It's not so bad, really, I know it could be worse and staying in doors is best.

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rodriguez-maya:

All this storm talk is kinda making me homesick for Jackson… that can’t be normal, right?

Jackson? Is that a city. I miss Jackson soo, but that’s my twin.

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Yeah, it is. State capital of Mississippi. I grew up there and it's been awhile since I was home. I get homesick during storms, I suppose.

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rodriguez-maya:

All this storm talk is kinda making me homesick for Jackson… that can’t be normal, right?

Depends. Does it storm a lot in Jackson?

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Yeah, actually. Specially in tropical storm season. We got hit really bad by Katrina in 05, I heard.

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rodriguez-maya:

All this storm talk is kinda making me homesick for Jackson… that can’t be normal, right?

Me?  Or the city?

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The city, Torres. I grew up there, and I haven't been back in a long time. So I miss it.

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solaris-x:

Way to come back from a conference when all Hell has broken loose, Solaris.

Wouldn’t it be funny if this hurricane is and/or was named after an Erika that you fucked over in a past life, cause then like, it’d almost be as if she was exacting her revenge on you at your weakest moment - returned from a conference!

Sorry, I’m a little out of it at the moment, there’s tons of flooding in my area and I haven’t left the apartment in days.

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isla-harris:

Buy some earplugs or do something, you can’t suffer. I mean I’m really lucky, my landlord isn’t too bad. 

It’s not really suffering, though, it’s annoying and frustrating. There’s a difference. You are lucky. My landlord is an asshole, in all capital letters. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna up the rent next week sometime, if what his girlfriend tells me is correct.

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ace-oftheworld:

Great, next time, my bed it is, garota. Talking about it, when it’s the next time? 

...Did you just use Portuguese on me? Hm. I don’t know. When do you want the next time to be, mamacita? We, uh, kinda didn’t really set any ground rules up with this thing.

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jordxnbrock:

OKAY. No cupcakes. I’ll give you carrot cake, that shit is so good. Or I’ll just give you five bucks and you can go wild in the bakery yourself. Yeah, you are. You’ll be getting your Old Fart membership in the mail any day now. Welcome to the club, it’s fucking great over here. We’ve got cobwebs, Depends coupons, y’know, the whole nine yards. Saying what things? The shit I said at the party? You don’t need to worry about that. It’s done and over with…no point in dwelling on it, you know? 

How have you been?

I never got into carrot cake, believe it or not. It just never sounded tasty but... I’m always open to try new things, so go ahead. Hit me with a slice. Or the five bucks. Whatever floats your boat, my friend. Nope. I am not old. I will remain steadfast in this debate. I’m only 24... oh fuck, I’m getting old. Soon I won’t be able to hold my liquor and I’ll be going to bed at 8 o’clock. No, I know there’s no point dwelling on it and I don’t want you too, believe me. I just worry you’re going through shit and you aren’t coping all the well by yourself. I don’t know, whatever, I’m being the Mama friend. I do that.

I’ve been... good. I suppose. Really tired lately, for whatever reason, and kinda homesick. I’m thinking of heading back to Mississippi, maybe, seeing Grams and Eli. I don’t know. It’s all up in the air. How about yourself?

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caliopiemartin:

Caliopie lifted the plate off the counter and looked for a cleared space that was free of computer parts and set it down. “Sorry, I figured I’d stop by, introduce myself and let you know if you need anything, I’m literally right next door.” she said giving her a small smile.

Feeling slightly more relaxed, now that the cupcakes were away from her parts, Maya glanced at the other girl, and smiled slightly. “Don’t apologise. Sign of weakness,” She replied, the words automatically falling from her lips. “Well, as you can see, this is just a computer fix it store, so I’m not sure we’ll be huge clients... although, midnight slash all nighter snacks might go a long way every now and then... What’s your policy on store catering, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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penelopeharrisrp:

Penelope smiled, putting a few of the fliers down. “Great, thanks. I actually don’t even know much about the event, I just feel bad for not volunteering there much.”

She thought back to her busted tablet, the one that had randomly crapped out last week, with no warning. “I’m Penelope, by the way. Do you guys fix tablets too? I’m kind of an idiot when it comes to technology and mine kind of died.”

Maya shrugged, eyeing the other blonde woman before turning back to her computer parts. She had to get this stupid desktop finished tonight or else her ass was on the line. If she couldn’t prove to this client that Maya knew what she was doing, she could be potentially saying goodbye to one of the best gigs of her life. “Maya,” The other girl replied, eyes roving over the motherboards, circut wires and other bits and bobs before she glanced up again. “That we do, babe. How died is died? Like, did you drop it and crack the screen and now it won’t turn on or are we talking how one minute it was working fine and the next it wasn’t?”

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All this storm talk is kinda making me homesick for Jackson... that can’t be normal, right?

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valrourke:

Yep, this is happening. I’m going to crash at your place one weekend. We’ll do all kinds of crazy shit and have fun, alright? I want to be someone’s muse, aw. I hope you don’t live around too many shitty artists, though. I’m having flashbacks from learning to play the recorder in fourth grade. Terrible.

You’re always welcome at my little industraial home. You’d fit in here, probably better than I do. We’re all a little lost this side of Miami. Ha! Of course you do. If you were someone’s muse you’d never have to worry about making any choices about your life - the artist or whatever would probably love it. Nah they’re not shitty artists, just... intense. Oh God. Not the recorder. Not Hot Cross Buns. Never again.

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hey–juliette:

That’s not bad and hey you got work done, so as long as everything gets done it’s just pretty minuscule? 

Something like that, yeah. It’s still annoying though, however, a constant reminder I’m not actually in the position to be able to wake my signifcant other up for sex at 4am. Ah well. Life’s life. Sorry, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself - I’m Maya.

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wren-evergreen:

The torrential downpour I had to run through to get to my car after work wasn’t so bad, in fact, it kinda reminded me of home….that was until it soaked through my jeans. Now just my luck my phone isn’t turning on. Thanks Hurricane Erika.

Stick it in a bowl of rice. That’ll drain the fluid and if you’re lucky the thing will turn back on. If that doesn’t work you might have to replace it, but depending how bad the water damage is your provider should replace it for free or a small charge.

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