#sylvesterstarter

[gavtheobscure-blog]

There’s a radio on my floor that hasn’t stopped playing one particular Taylor Swift song all afternoon, and I’ve gone through the five stages of grief just listening to it… I’m at acceptance now. I’ve not only accepted the song into my brain, but I think I’m well on the road to accepting TSwift as my lord and savior.

Unless someone would like to help me out with another earworm?

[alvajalvarez-blog]

I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but I’m itching to get my dance on at this party. Watch out for my body rolls - they’re a gift from the big man himself.

[peterpierce]

I’m not really that good with introductions. I’m Peter, welcome to my blog. 

[coachbaer-blog]

I haven’t been here long, but I know enough, now, to offer this pro tip: whatever you do, DON’T track mud through the lobby at 5 AM unless you wanna catch Straight Ellen’s spinning head star in the 2018 remake of the Exorcist. Like, if I wasn’t seriously worried she’d try to poison me--or gas me in my sleep--I’d say it was almost funny. But either way, #sorry to everybody that woke up to empty threats intimately related to my “Malibu Barbie Beach Rack.” False alarm. I can 100% guarantee both boobs are still intact and firmly attached. Don’t worry. 

[elizasroses-blog]

This is just a public service announcement that if one more man at the club tries to grab my ass or tits again then I will literally snap your fingers in front of your very eyeballs. Or pop you in the nose.

Anyways, now that that’s over with and I’ve gotten my irritated violent urges out of my system: I’m entirely too glad to be back in the apartments. How many more times do you think Sue will have to kick her tenants out because of shitty conditions? I saw dirt brown water come out of my shower at one point and literally threw the biggest hissy fit. I don’t think she likes me too much, but I’m not too concerned where it comes to Sue and her track suit bottoms being in a twist. 

[jomeeks-blog1]

I’m meant to believe that a group of 20-something-year-olds all live in the same building, and we haven’t thrown a decent party to celebrate being back in this crap-hole? Yeah, no. That isn’t going to fly with me. I’d offer to host, but you see, with the way my checking account is set up... -- Anyone want to offer up? I’ll bring my witty repertoire and dazzling personality. And I’m sure we can talk someone else into bringing the chips and salsa if we tag-team ‘em. 

[tylerclarke-blog1]

You would think the kids who like to come into the book shop at the same time every day would realize that I know they’re only coming in to get out of the heat. They never buy anything, but at least they’re surrounded by books. Maybe their teachers this fall will thank me since these kids will actually do their summer reading. I hope. Maybe they’re just sitting around in the arm chairs we have with our air conditioning. I hope it’s the former though. I’d like to have at least some hope in the Gen Z kids are doing some reading and not just watching vine compilations the majority of the time. 

[lady-abra]

It was just like her to move into a new building the very day a storm hit, and Abra kicked herself for being the sort of person who never paid much attention to the news. The news always made it so difficult to be positive, and she thrived on being positive. Leaving her belongings in a U-Haul and hoping they’d be there when she got back, Abra made her way down to the basement she’d been told to report to with only her purse and travel cooler in hand. At least I’ve got snacks, she thought. Setting her bags down, she took a seat as far away from anyone else as she could, thinking it best to get space if she could in such a cramped basement. Digging through her bag, she did an inventory of the foods she had and knew it was more than she’d need.

“Hey, is anyone hungry?”