miss me, miss me

After reading lovely Hermia's recent entry, I realized I will never be able to move out of this apartment. One must walk one's visitors out? This is way too common in this city, and I don't like it. Many people I know don't have buzzer entry at all. I only live on three, and I wouldn't be able to abide by that. But walking your visitors out seems especially evil. You can't even be awesome and say, "Get out of my house!" and slam your door, because you'd have to be like "Uh, I gotta walk you out." How anticlimactic. Not that I throw people out of my house, but I like the idea of having that option.

And another thing, I wouldn't have that great story to tell from last New Year's when this guy followed me home (Really, he was not invited. Of course, I live across the street from the bar we were at, so he didn't follow us far, but he did come into the apartment without anyone asking him to), and someone broke a glass, at which point I told the following guy that when he was done cleaning that up (!!), he could leave, as there wasn't anything else for him to do here. PS I'm going to sleep now.

Of course, I don't really remember this, as I was drunk, and I can't fathom saying such a thing to anyone ever, but when I asked him days later why he was acting mad and he told me that, I had no reason to not believe him.

It's a wonderful life. But really, if you start following drunk people home like a creep, you should have to clean their houses. It's only fair.

In other news, something I've often wondered about is why people call me Miss Jane. When I was walking to the bank today I was thinking of it some more. All sorts of people have done this my whole life, from relatives and friends' parents to teachers and co-workers. I never hear other people getting called Miss (Whatever Their Name Is), so I have to think there is a specific reason. And I think it likely isn't good, like Miss Thing.