It's been less than a month, and I've had another fire alarm. Last night, after rocking Taboo like no one's business, I was approaching my apartment building eager to pass out from enchiladas and ice cream. It was 1am... and the alarm went off. Part of me was glad that I hadn't yet put myself to bed yet, especially because it was raining, but seriously folks, this is now the third alarm since I've lived here. Only one was legit -- someone was scared enough to jump out of her fourth floor window naked or something to escape her stove. I'm not kidding. Although this piece of gossip might be more rumor. And yes, yes, rumors kill baby deer.
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