Blogginz

I'll say it right here. Blogs are good for me. Both reading and writing provide for immense catharsis and I'm a better person for them. I know it's an aspect of technology I've come to rely on. But then again, it's a free technology that's saved me thousands of dollars in therapy.

Neighborly love.

One of our downstairs neighbors (or one of their guests) took the initiative to walk halfway up our private flight of stairs to throw up. It's been sitting for two days. We've asked them to clean, but to no avail.

The fact that someone got sick and made a mess is not a big deal to me. This stuff happens. Who hasn't thrown up after drinking too much? If you've answered "Not me", then you aren't flawed enough to be my friend. The big issue here is that these kids are blatantly refusing to own up to their gastric concoction that was made on property not belonging to them. It's weird.

Last night I drove home from work and realized that I had no parking spot. We're provided private parking, however, these neighbors throw parties regularly and let their friends take our parking spots. I put my flashers on and encountered a young man in the back of the house, who was exhibiting first class behavior, peeing on my flowers. I told him to move his car out of our spots. Now, I'm no girl about town, but I've seen a penis or two in my heyday. However, I wasn't prepared for this. He turned around, wang in clear sight, still peeing and replied "I didn't know anyone else lived here" and. Ah, the naivete. FUCKING. KILLS. ME.

I decided I won't be so hesitant the next time to call a tow truck.

Seriously.