just once, just once, would i like to come home and NOT have to deal with some kind of a maintenance man.
there seems to be so many around my house lately.
a guy just left; i'm not even sure what he came here to maintain.
he was working on whatever it was in front of the sliding glass doors, and i'm pretty sure he saw me at least once fiercely lip-synching to Rosario Dawson's rendition of "Out Tonight". whoops...
THEN he came in the house to get his extension cord right when i was blaring The Lonely Island's "Like a Boss".
you know, the Andy Samberg-lead song that goes "suck a guy's dick! (like a boss) shit on deborah's desk! (like a boss)..."
just a tad awkward/weird/embarrassing.
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