It’s Holly

In my mad dash to the grocery store to get Pepperidge Farm Double Chunk Dark Chocolate cookies (the commercial came on - I have no will power), I locked myself out of my apartment. I make it a habit to lock the bottom lock before I walk out. Usually, while practicing this habit, I’m smart enough to have my keys in my hand. This time, I didn’t. As soon as I shut the door I said “awwww, shit!!!”

So, I call the closest relative - Josephine. Josephine and Matt to the rescue!!! I talk her into coming to my apartment. In the mean time, I break out my Barnes and Nobel card and try to break I’m just hoping that no one walks by and thinks I’m breaking into someone elses apartment. After about 10 minutes of finageling, I broke through.

As soon as I get back in, the phone rings. It’s Josephine, and I scream “I broke in!! I broke back in!!” She told me to change my lock. I say it’s aight… as long as I lock the top, which I do.

So, I can officially be charged with breaking and entering - into my own apartment, but that’s besides the point. I could be a crook, bitches!! Bring on the crookery! All you need is a Barnes & Nobel card!