Just in time for thanksgiving, some fucking asshole attempted to burgle our building. The front door lock is all fucked up now. I am waiting for the locksmith instead of driving to syracuse. yay! I think it will probably cost one million dollars to fix. Plus, the cat sitter has the old key. *&%^$^$&%*^%@!#$%
I believe I will go eat a cupcake.
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Oh no! I hope your locks got fixed!
Also, my parents both hail from northern New York; Adams and Smithville, to be exact. Small world, eh? I hope you made it to Syracuse safely despite your late departure. Look on the bright side: at least it wasn't snowing. Ha!
I tend to be a little bit absent-minded at times. I used to lock myself out of my car and my apartment all the time (I still do). And I think I broke a world record for the number of times I have lost all my keys! Needless to say, the locksmith bills seriously started to add up (those bastards sure aren’t cheap!) and it was becoming a real pain in the ass having to replace my locks all the time. I knew that I had to do something about this problem. So I decided I would learn how to pick locks no matter what it took! At last I had discovered the TRUTH about lock picking! Despite what you're told, it's actually very easy to pick a lock!
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