More like “meet the ingrates I live next to”. I fucking hate my neighbors.
The Martian: I don’t smoke weed. As of last week I don’t smoke period and yet I have to walk into our shared entrance holding my breathe. No, excuse me, I have to walk past his habachi grill and lawn chair. Add to that his girlfriend parking in my assigned spot and his screaming on his phone right outside my door and you can easily see that he is a dead man walking.
The Cirques: I don’t even mind that they listen to weird french music – loudly. I am sitting here, writing this because they woke me up. I am not easy to wake up. Slugger actually penetrated me before I woke up (meaning all the maneuvering of my body and touching and stroking, etc. resulted in nothing more than a really enjoyable dream). But the fuckers upstairs accomplished it easily this morning. They move their furnature – all night long, move it the legnth of their apartment. And hammer at two o’clock in the morning.
I fucking hate the Quebecois.
B (Aug 30, 2008)
I think everyone should have a “Get Our Of Jail Free” card for situations like this!
Fea (Sep 02, 2008)
Seriously. You don’t even know how much I would like to set her card on fire.