These hybrid moments

I am sitting here at the apartment. Jamie and I went out to Exile tonight and had a really good time. My leasing office is just as bad as the jackasses downstairs. The jackasses wrote down Rob's license plate number the other night and turned it into the office! Pathetic. His car was there less than 5 hours and when they came back there were other spots available. The ever so anal apartment office ran his plate and got his home phone number!! They left him a message to call them, but didn't say what it was regarding. He said they were rude from the time they answered. He told them about the threatening note and said he didn't think he'd be coming back. I don't know what all they said to him, but isn't that total harassment?
With more fuel on the fire, I wasn't even considering coming here tonight. We got here around 2 and lo and behold, the dicks' cars are both gone! I guess they went to make their family miserable in Loudon, TN. I just took Jamie home and I'm about to call it a night.
I miss my Moe. I'm getting a headache.
We sung some new lyrics to Nelly Furtado's "Say it right." They were all making fun of the leasing staff and the dicks. "You don't mean nothing at all to me. You keep paying rent while I'll be living free....You just keep on calling the cops on me." That's really the only appropriate one I can type.