I think it’s great that you LOVE high heels so much, I mean who doesn’t? But seeing that there are no carpets in the building only wood floors, maybe you could walk around in your heels for like… 6 hours a day instead of 8? I do realize a girl needs ample time to get ready for work at 6 in the morning, but maybe instead of putting your heels on from the minute you get out of bed till you leave 2 hours later, you could throw them on.. oh….say….right before you leave? T’would be greatly appreciated.
So, I love bowling as much as the rest of us and, seeing that we live in NYC, there are many many places to enjoy the sport. There are these appropriate places, and then there are the not so appropriate places like…oh…say your apartment. When you bowl on the wood floors, it tends to sound like the world is ending which makes me get all crazy-like thinking about all the things I have yet to do before I die. SO, just let me know if I can drop you a list of suitable bowling lanes in the neighborhood.
I am all for free love, but when it involves screaming like a rabid hooker and banging God knows what against the walls, it tends to scare me….a lot. Please refrain.
Oh how I do love to sing. I do practice in my humble apartment here and I try my best to do so at a reasonable volume. There is a big difference between you and me…..I have pitch. There are SO many wonderful professions to pursue in the Great city of New York….you may want to look into one of these….preferably ones having nothing to do with music, singing, or hearing. Godspeed.
I too have apartment ADD and feel the need to change things up from time to time in the home. Change is good. I get that you like to mix it up and re-decorate every once in a while. But, I don’t necessarily think redecorating (and by redecorating, I mean sliding every single piece of furniture around the entire room) is a necessity. It’s actually pretty loud.
And finally, I think it’s great that you have the arm strength to shut your door with such ferocity, but again, the shaking of my apartment when you do so reminds me of September 11 or the end of the world which makes me fear for my life which then reminds me of the things I have yet to do before death which then reminds me that I haven’t been on Broadway yet which puts me in a bad mood altogether. I don’t like to be in a bad mood so please, close your door quetly and gracefully.
Thanks for your time,
Kimberly A. Brownell
