I've heard horror stories about renting. Now, I know what everyone is talking about. My new apartment, I love it. Sure, the next door neighbor pretends he's the building manager and my landlord is an asshole that drives a maserati and flips out about a thumbtack in the wall. But things came to a head today.
And green puss SPEWED out.
My landlord, and the "building manager" have unlawfully entered my apartment, "just because." No reason, no notice; just to wake us from slumber, or to fuck with my fuse box, or to scare the shit out of me. Today, Residence Life took action and installed a lock, no I'll rephrase, a BOLT on the door to the basement/laundry room that they were entering my apartment from. Revenge is sweet, but letting the rules work in your favor is sweeter.
Take that you steroid-freak bastard.
