so, how did you sleep?

ok, here's the story.

d and i are in our room watching american dad. it is funny. i am very comfortable and almost asleep... but then there's this loud noise. "what was that?" asks d. i say, "probably the balcony door upstairs, but it sounded like ours. go check." so he opens our bedroom door, takes one step into the hallway in his boxers and says "what the fuck, man?" and then what happens????

jen says, "i called but you guys didn't answer. i have money for you."

yup... you read that right. instead of buzzing us to announce her presence at our home, she broke in. and i think she implied that it's our fault because we did not answer the phone.

so, the moral* of the story is that i feel extremely invaded upon. previously living here does not give you the right to break in through the balcony door, wear your shoes through our apartment and then let yourself out the front door. RING THE BUZZER!! i wish we were doing it when she came in... karma for BREAKING INTO OUR HOME!!!

the other moral* is that the balcony door is always locked now. who knows who could have seen her climb up and over. giving criminals ideas... thanks.

oh... and she did give us some money. although i text messaged her twice this weekend and threatened to report her cell phone stolen if she didn't change it over to her name. thanks for that too.

* i know these aren't really morals *