Well Hello Again
So it's been a while... I know. Let's not make a scene about it. How about some news?
Well I'm back in LA now. Going home for the Christmas break was fantastic... the first in the past four years where I am able to say I wish I could've stayed longer. In the meantime, USC lost to UT. Fucking A. I won't bore you with the other details of my life over the past month, let's just say the stress of not having a job isn't pretty, but I'm working now so it's all good. And maybe moving soon? :) We'll see... I'll get back to you on that one.
Today's main focus is a man by the name of Myeong Gon Lee. This son-of-a-bitch apparently used to live here... and his ghost remains. Our apartment seems to be haunted by his previous tenancy. Haunted, you say? Yes. And by haunted I mean this: we can't fucking escape his existence. We've had a group of Korean people come to our door looking for him, and court papers served to us (and by served I mean left at our doorstep... way to go, server) because Mr. Lee's apparently being sued over some financial matters.
Furthermore, every single bit of mail that should be going to him, still comes here. Maybe he was too busy fleeing the law to change his address with the post office? I can't say I wouldn't have appreciated him taking the, what, 30 seconds it takes to do so. Thanks for nothing, asshole. And by asshole, I mean Myeong. Today I was in a particularly irritable mood due to an unfortunate incident with a certain shipping company, which doesn't happen to be UPS... this time. The point is, I was really, very, incredibly pissy by the time I got home.
The first thing I do when I get home is check the mail... and guess who received two letters? Why, it's Mr. Fugitive Criminal Lee. So tomorrow, you can bet your ass I'm calling his bank (source of letter #1) as well as the California Commerce Club (responsible for letter #2) and telling them to get a fucking clue. Myeong hasn't lived here for at least five months and I'm sick of being mistaken for an asian criminal-man. So... if any of you know the whereabouts of Myeong Lee... let him know I'm looking for him. Along with some lawyers and banks.
"Mr. Lee if you're out there... they're coming for you..." -Stefanie
Current Status:
Mood: Vindictive
Food: Nothing. I just ate.
Song: "Like It or Not" -Madonna
Well I'm back in LA now. Going home for the Christmas break was fantastic... the first in the past four years where I am able to say I wish I could've stayed longer. In the meantime, USC lost to UT. Fucking A. I won't bore you with the other details of my life over the past month, let's just say the stress of not having a job isn't pretty, but I'm working now so it's all good. And maybe moving soon? :) We'll see... I'll get back to you on that one.
Today's main focus is a man by the name of Myeong Gon Lee. This son-of-a-bitch apparently used to live here... and his ghost remains. Our apartment seems to be haunted by his previous tenancy. Haunted, you say? Yes. And by haunted I mean this: we can't fucking escape his existence. We've had a group of Korean people come to our door looking for him, and court papers served to us (and by served I mean left at our doorstep... way to go, server) because Mr. Lee's apparently being sued over some financial matters.
Furthermore, every single bit of mail that should be going to him, still comes here. Maybe he was too busy fleeing the law to change his address with the post office? I can't say I wouldn't have appreciated him taking the, what, 30 seconds it takes to do so. Thanks for nothing, asshole. And by asshole, I mean Myeong. Today I was in a particularly irritable mood due to an unfortunate incident with a certain shipping company, which doesn't happen to be UPS... this time. The point is, I was really, very, incredibly pissy by the time I got home.
The first thing I do when I get home is check the mail... and guess who received two letters? Why, it's Mr. Fugitive Criminal Lee. So tomorrow, you can bet your ass I'm calling his bank (source of letter #1) as well as the California Commerce Club (responsible for letter #2) and telling them to get a fucking clue. Myeong hasn't lived here for at least five months and I'm sick of being mistaken for an asian criminal-man. So... if any of you know the whereabouts of Myeong Lee... let him know I'm looking for him. Along with some lawyers and banks.
"Mr. Lee if you're out there... they're coming for you..." -Stefanie
Current Status:
Mood: Vindictive
Food: Nothing. I just ate.
Song: "Like It or Not" -Madonna
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