Somebody's Watching Me
One of the woes of renting is living under that dastardly threat of the dreaded damage Deposit.
This eerily still pile of money with googlely eyes stares at me no matter where I go, no matter what I do, keeping me walking on pins and needles, looking over my shoulder, living under its shadow of paranoia. That stack of green isn't friendly. In fact, it looks like it might just jump up and bite ya. Bite, no, rather the Deposit burns... oh, and how bad it burns!The Deposit has taken up a permanent residence in my front room. My Deposit abides deep, burrowed down in the carpet near the love seat buried in that beige carpet. And it just sits there, with Mona Lisa's mysterious eyes, no matter from which angle you are looking at it, it glares back at you, with that ridiculously smiling grin, reminding me every second who is really in control. "I own your soul". His unflinching gaze is an intimidating glance, a stare down, that will force his adversaries into submission.
Adding the rhythm track to Rockwell’s Eighties hit “Somebody’s Watching Me” doesn’t help.
posted by Austin @ 10:22 PM
4 Comments:
Put a rug over him!!! :)
Austin, you are a very good writer! .... your post made me smile.
Yep, that burned spot on the carpet does tend to stare... :) See, even my mom agrees that you are a fantastic writer! :) Love you!
sooo you burned the carpet and are afraid you won't get your deposit back? Am I right or totally off here?
And the best way to look at apartment deposits are just think they are already gone once you hand it over. Then if you get anything back it will be like Christmas:) They usually find all kinds of small things to try and fine you for to keep your money anyway......
Lol! That's right Amanda. Good way of looking at it, though looks like there will be "no Christmas this year"...
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