... Is my new address. I'm officially a resident of Humboldt Park, and I'm excited about it.
My bathroom has a heated stone floor. With its own thermostat.
I have a backyard, with brick patio. Made for grilling.
A garage, too.
I have a finished back porch, with floor-to-ceiling sliding glass doors.
Oh, the porch has a maple floor, which is also heated. With thermostat.
Rooftop deck equipped with nice new patio furniture.
Mere feet from the gorgeous park, with tennis courts and a nice sandy beach.
I'm planning a bbq for the Fourth of July. I will keep you all posted.
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Oh, yeah? Well mine has:
-one (1) 400lb. man that seems to always be in the laundry room. He recommends OxyClean and will share a testimonial involving a friend of his bloody-ing her face on the sidewalk and removing the crimson stain with...you guessed it...OxyClean.
-An idiot neighbor who is constantly drunk on Miller Lite and picking fights with fellow tenant "Big Gay" Don.
-Uptown residents smoking crack in the entryway when it's just too darn cold out.
-Dead birds. I only assume this from an email from William stating, "In case you're wondering I stole the dead bird off of your porch landing."
-New windows.
-One working outlet in each of exactly half the rooms.
-A 10-12 year-old constantly locked out of the building. I think she's a mute, too.
So, eat it Mr. Heated-Bathroom-Floor jerk.
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