I dont like the lady who lives above me.
She stares.
I think she purposely leaves her undergarmets in the dryer for me to find.
She doesn’t speak english so we communicate through body language. I think I am being sexually harassed.
I can hear her, stomping around in her condo above mine. Are her feet really that heavy, to make such a sound by simply stepping? sounds like she drops a bowling bowl everytime she takes a step. It’s a good thing she doesn’t move around too often.
Her new boyfriend drives a truck and I think his job is to collect junk that people throw away and put it in the back of his truck…then he parks right next to me. I have nightmares about his overflowing junk dropping and crushing my little car.
Their landlord is telling me their lease is up…I will pour out a little liquor upon their departure.
She sounds like a winner!
Let’s hope she doesn’t plan on reactivating her lease.
Denver blogger! I found you through your comment on deutlich’s blog. Just thought I’d say hello. Good luck with the junk man…
Oh my god. I am laughing so hard.
“I have nightmares about his overflowing junk dropping and crushing my little car”.
He really needs to keep his junk to himself.
I’m sorry to hear your neighbor above is such a loud stepper. Hopefully she doesn’t decide to renew her lease.
Thanks for the blog comment!
Yikes. Body language DOES cross language barriers… But I don’t think I’d want the kind bordering on sexual harrassment.
Thank goodness for the end of the lease.
shouldnt you be having drinks for those of us who wont be on cozumel?! hahah i dont get golf but good luck!hahah
she sounds interesting.
my next door neighbor walks her cat, tiffany on a leash. oof. talk about weirdness.
Awww, like in Flavor of Love!
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Brutal.
I lived below a family of six with four girls all under the age of 6. On a Sunday morning they would hop around and tap dance right above my hung over head. It sounded like they were throwing frozen turkeys on the floor.
I feel like the best revenge is to blare harcore gangster rap. It shut those kids right up!
And I thought my upstairs neighbors were bad. Haha. Good luck with that.
hmm, maybe i should leave my undergarmets in the dryer so the hot ex-marine who lives in my building can find them. chances are the not-so-mentally-stable dude who lives across from me would find them. and tack them to my door so i couldn’t miss them next time i came home. yup, that’d be my luck.