Silverwood, have a drink on me!

Birfdays use to excite the holy crap out of me. Now that I’m twenty one, I’m just not seeing the benefits of getting any older. I can already see rated R movies, vote, buy cigars, and now booze I guess. But I don’t really reckon this blog is about my birfday, as it is not for another couple of weeks anyway (don’t get me anything), but rather what a damn cool apartment complex I live in.
You see, I walked to my apartment today and saw an envelope taped to the door. My stomach always drops because this is usually something bad like a noise complaint or a bounced check or something, but not today. It was a birthday card of all things, addressed to me.
Wow, I think this is at least a little strange because like I mentioned, my birfday ain’t for a few more weeks. But a birfday card out of nowhere, now that’s damn cool. Now, I don’t feel too special, because my girlfriend down the way got the exact same card from the complex a few weeks ago, but still, that’s damn cool.

Sadly, I didn’t see Michelle’s signature on the card. I think someone at the main office said she doesn’t work at this complex anymore. For all of you who are not in the know, Michelle is the woman who showed JR and I this apartment, helped us fill out our forms, and took this damn cool photograph of me.

I’m gonna miss that landlady.
p.s, we have a new lady working at the apartment. Her name is Heather and apparently she has the “hearts” for me. Me? Oh Heather, I don’t even know you! How saucy!
Adios for now, kiddos! -Cowboy Raney
damn cool places to go- http://www.notoart.com/ http://www.seabread.com/ http://www.theaterfire.com/